Light through curtains early morning awakening as the world outside woke for hours makes known to me the hour which I am yet out of bed.
If I pretend for a moment to be ignorant of time passing I could remain here and possibly finish the dream so rudely woken from.
If gentle touch upon my gentle place were made by my love yet made aware of then dreams would be insufficient to please my desires.
So I begin a day I’m less inspired to complete. The yearning to remain in bed is a struggle in which I compete within myself to find a reason to do more than the minimum in life.
Leaves of brown and red floating in breeze towards damp below. I step slowly uncertain of direction. I move through this day aware of the end while wanting to go back to where it began.
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