the unassuming life

white dots stick to the window
train tracks are empty outside
the fridge, it hums and the cars roar below
but we are protected, inside.

the sink is quiet and empty
light streaming in means I'm awake
the curtains, they glow with shadows unknown
but we're safe here in Washington State.

he's in the room down the hall
and I'm stowed away in the kitchen
outside, the leaves start to fall
and in here our story is written

the sun will decide that it's tired
and soon we'll have something to eat
the calm life's so nice and we'll surely delight
when we cuddle later in the sheets.

17 september 2012