Each people's daybreak.

Out of window,

the sound of motorbike of the delivery.

And awakening inside blankets.


Shortly,

children who are playing around in darkened sky

are gonna go home.

It's soon to hear the dawn chorus is to rise.


Even each people's dreams

will be picked away into dawn light.


To begin something

might need to forget something else,

recalling those.

Over many nights and days.


Thought slightly so in the depth of blanket.