The sun creeps in through a gap in the curtains, playing hide and seek with the shadows in my room. Her long thin fingers reaching, stretching father into the corners with each passing moment.
Sleep lingers a little longer, nestled softly in a cocoon of soft down, rough cotton, and warm bodies. But the light is growing stronger, calling out, beckoning. Come out and play. Come stand where I can see.
I stretch my body, reaching farther into the corners of the bed, slowly unwrapping myself like my mother unwraps a gift - gently, so as not to tear the colorful paper.
When I open my eyes it is hazy, foggy, snowy. A super fine white flurry - dust motes sparkling in the solid spotlight cast upon my wall. I watch them dance, humming along.
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Getting up in the morning is hard. But no matter how hard, I relish in that moment between deep sleep and fully risen. Those brief moments when you're wrapped up in the warmth of your bed and the cloudy bliss of a dream you can't quite remember. I have to say that I love that the sun is up before me now, it makes greeting the day a bit...sunnier :)
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