Rest

I do not think to myself

About a life where I smash glass ceilings

I climb a corporate ladder

And I rise to an occasion.

Those words are action words, and I am exhausted.

I dream of waking slowly,

to the feel of my cat brushing my head,

Purring.

Warm tea, chamomile,

And a nervous system that

does not have to fight for every

crumb.

That, my loves,

is all I require to be happy.

Sunshine, tea, books,

And the best cat

Curled comfortably against my ribcage,

Until I am ready

for the world beyond.