It’s very quiet, the peace and dark before I wake.
Dreams are sweet, bed is warm
I couldn’t ask for anything more.
The alarm goes off, find the snooze.
Pull the covers back over my head.
I yawn and drift back to sleep.
Do not wake the sleeping bear.
I usually post at night, but today, I forced myself out of bed to see what writing my sleepy mind could conjure. Mornings are not my friend. It typically takes me at least an hour to become coherent. I am reminded of a trip a group of friends and I took that required getting up at 5am in order to get on the road. My friend ran through the house turning on lights, very chipper and awake. (You know the type, jump out of bed ready to go.) She flipped the light switch where I was sleeping and I woke the whole house with my shriek of pain and Paul yelling “We don’t do that!! We don’t do that!!” No lights for me, no conversation until after a shower. Do not wake the sleeping bear.