Curled alert

       Oh how much staying under the heavy covers
feels grand. Curled into a tight ball. Sweet murmurs
pull from my lips.

      The dreams that awaken me seem so far away
now. My eyes are alert but my soul is still tightly
woven inside a wedgwood blue coverlet.

      Ever so soft pink cotton become untwisted as
paleness stretches. Reaching. Pulling all tauntness
to jello.

      Hmm. The mind beckons for one more hour of
sleep. Yet the stomach growls for food. So torn as to
which I should do.

     Such a hazy morning. The darkness inside my
room only enhances the sleepy motions.

     Tiny slivers of light pour through and the
curiosity perks. Causing eyes to want to know, exactly,
the view outside.

      Slowly the limbs pull from the warmth and dangle
off side of bed. Pushing paleness down the hallway
to muster something light and delicious for
breakfast.

      Hmm. A smoothie. Indeed.

      Now to awaken more. Finally a sigh escapes
and I give thanks to Jehovah for waking, giving me
my breath of air.

    Hmm. Indeed a slightly overcast day but definitely
the possibilities of mugginess. Hmm I will enjoy
this.

     So good morning family and friends.