Not Thinking Of Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blue lights streaming all around the inside and outside of T and T, contributing to an atmosphere of being happy, watching joy climb into bed with a heart of innocence.

Never thinking anymore of it, falling asleep, eyes closing for the night, not even thinking of tomorrow and what it may bring with the morning sunshine.

Waking half-heartedly, not really wanting to get out of bed, feeling way too comfortable the way it is here in bed alone tonight.