he woke composing

                       . . . made me moan mornings

peeled  open  one  eye

hands on the clock fivefiftynine

closed it

rolled onto his side peeled open the other

digital clock on the nightstand sixohtwo

                                                 split the difference aftersix

closed his eye rolled onto his back

he listened to his breath

                                                         

   the bed shifted

weight moved up on his rightattitude

stepped onto his chest

shy

his cat

he pet her

waiting  he smiled

he knew her ploy

maybe by the real sixohthree

she turned her fanny towards his face and stretched out down his body

                                                                            which made him chuckle every morning

when she did

he thought

         if he ever met a woman whoevery time came to bed an assumed shys attitude

    hed marry 

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