~~ Slumber anecdotes ~~

Stories will always run deep,
In the scrap of paper bearing doodles of incoherent nothings,
In Sunday mornings lost in frenzy,
In the charred pan while trying a salmon steak,
In the lazy look at the undone laundry,
In the broken dishes while performing house keeping aerobics,
In the haste to get out of office to catch a friend's rerun,
In the worried voice querying the misplaced car keys,
In the drizzle leaving a watermark on the wall that looks exactly like a heart,
In the long lost novel recovered from a friend,
In the coming up with names for your colleagues daughter.

And my diary will always have that one more last page
Where I'll add another smiley
As I write one more story down.
Yeah, stories of these little moments.
Moments that I don't plan,
Don’t wait for,
Don’t remember for long.
But just pull out once in a while,
From the shelves of my memory,
When I need a resurrection,
That life is beautiful...