2nd March 2019

When I have a drink in bed,
the mattress could be anything,
a raft,
an island,
a flying carpet.

8pm in bed
on a Saturday night?

In my 20s I swore I’d party my whole life.

I was right.
Except now the party isn’t a Saturday night,
the party is in my soul.
It’s gratitude for every moment,

every breath.

Every second that passes
of acknowledging
something that I used to take for granted:
each person in my family
who I love so very much
is here.

I sit glowing from sipping one drink on my bed, thinking,
this bed is a cloud.

This feeling is
heaven.

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