Underneath the blanket

I love life and its possibilities. But I am tired and I want to be happy.

I want to show the world the colors I see.

I want to paint faces and draw their lines with pens and ink.

My head is full of ideas ; I want to explore those and see where they lead.

I want to spend days carving, cutting and planing bits of cherry trees.

I hear the sun outside calling for me. I see its golden light in the corner of my eye.

The wind is also whispering to my ear.

Come out, come out, I know where you are.

Please come and dance with me.

I will stroke your cheeks tenderly

and play with your hair lovingly while the golden hour’s rays warm your body

and fill your sinking heart.

But my blanket is warm and fluffy.

She feels my sorrows and wishes to cuddle me.

If I stay there, hidden underneath, I can drown my pain for a while and maybe get some sleep.

More often than not, it is the blanket that wins.