While preparing breakfast for the family,
That sensation tingled again, beneath her feet,
In a rhythm of its own, her toes moved,
Music playing on her mind, her body too grooved.
Immersed in her own world, she was totally lost,
Unable to resist the urge, the bread and jam became her props,
The hot coffee that split in her new socks,
Ultimately awakened her from her cocooned waltz.
This post is for Magpie Tales 243
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