Free

She lies in the warmth of the sun. The rays permeating directly through her soul. Radiating throughout her whole presence. Her eyes closed. Feeling the bright brilliance of the morning bathing upon her and soaking right through to her core. She stretches and yawns. Languidly half opening her eyelids momentarily, then softly closing once more. She has no deadlines. She has no engagements, no meetings. No need to rush. Today, she is free. Today, like tomorrow, she is free. She can choose whatever she wishes to do. For now, she chooses to enjoy the warm beams of light, whilst she lies on the soft carpet between the open curtains of the bedroom windows. As she does today, so she will do tomorrow. As she did yesterday, and the day before that. Willow, my cat. My sweet tortoiseshell long hair Princess. Goodbye my sweet. Enjoy your day, whilst I go off to work.

19.9.2018 (unedited)