some days

somedays i just want to stay in the warm, warm bed
the sheets smelling like my husband
the comfort of the blankets embracing me
long after he has left for work

somedays i just want to leave the dishes sitting
crusted with the remains of the meal
silent testimonial that i did cook dinner tonight
long after the food has been consumed

somedays i just want to leave the laundry sitting
piled on the floor or draped over the chair
quiet proof that i did get out of bed today
long after the alarm started buzzing