day

The warm April sun hugs the back of my neck, warming it, cradling my body in a snug, comfortable place. It's easy to lose myself in it's warm hands, giving up my thoughts and releasing my tense body with the closing of my eyes. Laying on this old hand-me-down couch has never been so comfortable. I feel the yawns start in my toes and move its way up my entire body, stretching it along the way, taking me deeper into the cushions of this beige striped two-seater. All of a sudden my book is heavy in my arms. My hand tilts downwards at the wrist and my forearm lowers under the new weight. It feels nice to give in to the weight, holding up a book seems an unnecessary task in the comfort of the sun.