I rolled over and padded downstairs
Anticipating rich, creamy nectar
In my chosen avocado green mug.
“Good morning,” he called
His familiar smile crinkly from sleep.
“Not really,” I grunted, and
Retreated into myself.Seeking solace, I slithered into the garden.
“Good morning,” she mouthed
Her icy blue petals delicate and tall.
“Not really,” I sighed, and
“Smile,” she breathed
Her cheerful words bright and welcoming.
“Not yet,” I hissed, and
“Come closer,” she mouthed
Her vivid scent intoxicating and deep.
Closed my eyes