I lay here,
A gloom hovering outside the window,
I can’t help but stare up at the fan overhead,
The blades busy,
My reflection blurred but obvious,
A cup of tea resting on my stomach,
Warm and pleasant as I breathe in and out,
Soft words sung sweetly through speakers keep me awake,
And I realise there’s a beauty here,
In these moments at rest,
As I take this,
All of this,
For myself