Faint inclination toward yesterday's instigation, while sipping on tomorrow. Succulent, tender between lips of appreciation. Leaning back toward a cushion conditioned in leisure. Book tangled between fingers of delicate caress,ing words skate my head leaving me jealous infatuated.
I can see the obligation pacing outside my door, grimacing passive resistant. Side glance is all I can afford him now while Umberto wraps me up in carmelized fantastic, dripping of procrastinations aroma. The lazy rays shift here and there slicing shades, my room a discoball reversed, trees drop their burden on a wooden porch slightly neglected, feline affection warm next to my oversight. Sun clocks out leaving a cherry tinged cloud spray array, as if a red sock were washed with all those whites in my oblivion.