sundays are for naps

I woke up at noon
I sat in the sun
then late, in the afternoon
came our neighbour
with cups of hot chocolate

I put my feet in woollen socks
held the mug in my hands
And wondered how she
spent her day
heating cocoa
and whipping clouds
of cream

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