there is something to be said
about sleeping late on Saturday
knowing the alarm clock gets a break
and so do you

the slow sun light as another day
comes to life
but you don’t
because you don’t have to

there is something to be said
about the quiet house and
the thought of hot coffee brewing
the chill of a winter morning
is as far away as your dreams

as you stay warm under heavy quilts
and cotton
gently stirring to a sound on the floor
yes, there is something to be said

“Shut up, dog!  I’m trying to sleep!!”