Morning opus

Waking up to a morning dream is living in a reverie for a moment.
Divinities conspired and a handful of relevant stars just clicked into the right location to blossom the moment.
Like behind a roaring cascade the monsoon poured torrents between the foliage outside and picture of contentment within. Mommy Catty nodded off looking at her trio of kitties congealed into a happy and warm pool of purrs hugging a pair of boots. Either armpits of mine had warm curls of a cat each when a dream illusioned a fragment of happy unreality.
27-7-2013