Like an authors unfaithful
readers - as love ends
Storm at Southstack Lighthouse
Staring into the eyes of a monster
foaming beneath us - enraged,
a rage that shakes us!
Displaying it's bright white fangs,
it blinks an eye
spitting its venom at us shouting,
"Don't come near me!"
Five more minutes
My glasses lay waiting on a small bedside table next to me. They call out to me
resting on a mat with a picture of bird whose type I don't know
waiting patiently for me to get up and put them on.
Along side the mat lies a disgarded plaster from yesterday,
one of those things you stick on your nose to,
hopefully,
stop you from snoring.
The dog obviously isn't wearing one
there,
snoring like a train
blissfully contented - as she has already had her breakfast and a trip out into the garden.
"We must get up" my glasses call once again...
"Five more minutes" I sigh!
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