Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 