Foggy Day

The open curtains
reveal
the morning's gloomy cold
filling with the room
with a laziness
that seems to have painted the mirror blue
leaving my reflection
to search for the sunlight's
broken promise

Staring
at the lingering mist
makes me want to drown
in the comforts of my bed
but alas
with dread
I gently
move
from the sea of blankets
to the kitchen
to brew enough warmth
that an unmotivated Saturday morning requires

Quiet
fills the room
as the rest of the household
enjoys the riches of dreams
and I
awakened by duty to what will soon be
the noise of children
and a grumpy hungry spouse
get one last vestige of inner peace
as the coffee's aroma
entwined
with the foggy day
prepares me for what comes next . . .
life

Nice poem .

Loved the way it goes in a flow and brought a smile as I too go through those moments during weekends

Lovely lines below which made me read it again,
"leaving my reflection to search for the sunlight's broken promise,"
"lingering mist makes me want to drown in the comforts of my bed,"