Breathe…in…slowly

My mornings are always magical…until the moment a being of human nature gets in the way. Dramatic sniffle, noisy tea sipping, idle “Am-I-not-the-centre-of-the-universe” chit-chat-oh, couldn’t you make your physicality less tangible and try not to occupy all of my private space? No one’s perfect but bluntness is not a flaw I’m particularly tolerant of.

Just give me some room and let the dream continue a bit longer. I need my mornings pure.