Morning Kiss

Have you ever woken up early enough in the morning to feel a slight twinge of cold reaching out through your toes as you lay half dead in your bed not wanting to get out? It’s a good day.  You haven’t opened the windows to see the sky or anything but you know that it’s a good day and everything is going to be perfect…as perfect as brown fuzzy cashmere goat kids bouncing on lush green hillside. Or more precisely as perfect as autumn leaves swiveling in the air to a rhythm of their own, trying to reach the ground as the sun kisses the sky in a most gentle and tangy peach.

I Sit Rabbit-less

I sit under the bed. It is dark all around me. I can make out the outline of the furniture in the room. The furniture is heaving and breathing heavily and I seem to be hiding from these lurking monsters under the salvage protection of mine, hugging my knees close to my chest. My toes are cold and numb but I can feel sweat trickling down my hunched shoulders. I can see the legs of the chest of drawers. I know its waiting for me outside and the moment I get out the drawers will snap open and envelope me in its pitch darkness. I will be shut and locked in those drawers forever and they will make sure that the keys are thrown in some ditch or may be a rabbit hole that is abandoned. A part of me wishes that I was Alice and some White Rabbit could run down a few ditches and holes trying to find the keys for the locked drawers and fervently looking at his pocket-watch and singing, “ I'm late. I'm late. For a very important date. No time to say "Hello."  Goodbye.  I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.”…