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I wake between my partners
in crime, slide speedy through the sheets
between them, quietly thunk to the floor,
settle there and breathe
their morning essence: clean
like last evening, but warmer
and with a well-seasoned soul.

Rousing, I wash
and drink from the shower spray.
I put on fresh clothes, and watch
my husband and daughter sleep on.
I think, We are three
of a kind, peas in a pod, whole:
kittens with mittens.

I kiss the one, and the other
stirs. I kiss her too, and start
toward the bedroom door. Without them,
I move through the early day,
listening for the sounds of their rising.
They wake, and in time come to me,
and bring with them the crest of morning.