The morning rises
Fresh and crisp
…actually, that’s not true
Or it could be

I don’t know

I lie curled in the warm embrace
Of my bed
Drunk with sleep
Oblivious to the hope of
A new day

This is my dog’s favorite time
Of the day, no matter
The day, or the yesterday
He waits patiently by my bedside
All golden happiness
Eager to exploding

He knows

Vibrating with excitement
He inches toward me and
Licks my face, spreading his joy
A New Day!!
A New Day!!

I smile.

A New Day