WITHOUT A THOUGHT IN MY HEAD.

(THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY)

Without a thought in my head
I open the curtains,
and pull up the blinds,
and straight to my bed I go.

Prop up the pillows on the
back of the bed,
I sit on the bed, feeling the
tender embrace of my pillows,
on my back and my head.

I pull on the comforter to warm
up my toes, curling and flexing
them , as I sip on my tea,
watching the heavenly down
pour,
the relaxing cool rain,
is a pleasure to watch through
my window pane.

The door opens up and there
is my wife,
Is that what you're doing for the
rest of the day?

I'm waiting on words to enter my
head.

(she rolls her eyes)
Working in the house on this most
rainy day, that never entered your
brain?

But sitting there as snug as a bug
waiting for words to enter that empty
head,
Now, that you can do to fill in your
day!

I wish I could sit there and do just like
you, but who'll run the house,
when you know there's plenty to do!

She slammed the door shut,
I could still hear her as she went down
the hall.

and just like that, not a word that she
said did enter my head.

Back to my tea and the comforting rain,
again,
without a thought in my head.