The sun is what holds me

The white lines

hovered the hardwood

floors.

I put my foot in them

and watched the

lines bend.

I could feel

the day’s 65 degree

sunbeams curling

around my toes.

I stretch out

on the leather

couch, entirely

within the white

lines now,

and I drift away to

the sounds

of family.

But the sun is

what holds me.

 

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