Non je regrette rien

I woke up this morning unadorned,

Shorn of the vestments of fret and care,

I woke up to a lovely winter morning,

The fire in the hearth still ablaze.

My eyes gummed in sleep, breath misty,

Untangling my legs from the sheets and dreams,

I hopped down from my feathery bed,

To meet the cold stone floor of reality.