TEPID TEA: A Lament of Luxurious Lethargy (Part 1)

Upon a pillow of complacency,
my head sinks into the dark–
a coward's comfort, a cradle of callous ease.

I switch off a computer game,
with its heroes saving worlds,
brave hearts full of fire.
How unlike me.

I sip tepid tea.
A bland aftertaste
slithering down my throat,
a tasteless ghost of comfort.

After a languid flick, darkness swallows the room
and I exhale slowly in the gilded gloom.

I.