Reading Room

Give me a bright, gray morning
in a light, airy room
with the cold sea murmuring
against the cliffs below
as the fire indoors
gives its crackling answer.
Let me sink under blankets
and into books
as the hours unroll
until time settles like mist
and I have nowhere else to be.

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