Do I roll along

Morning light enters the bedroom. The eyes stream the tiny flickers of eye lashes. Slowly the mind takes hold of the awakening.

The play of time and shadows. Entertainment as the liquid inside my body flows and the stirrings begin. The nice way of holding the good morning at the tip of my tongue.

A slight shift as I roll to the side. Checking the actual time. My day begins yet no motion to get out of bed.

Finding myself at the verge of demanding more sleep and throwing myself into the day. Just routine debate.

And still I smile for the first thing that come to mind. I say nothing. Just letting myself fall into this good memory of my dreams.

Slowly I stretch.  Still in debate. I can sleep for an hour but will I be groggy or will I be refreshed?

Still smiling. Still stretching. Now realing the coolness of the room is NOT inviting but quite cold. Back under the cover. THough not to sleep.

My mind is wide awake.

And still there is a chance of dreams.

Will the morning, rolling in my head, begin? Now continuous stirring is creating messages to get out of bed. If not for now then just those few minutes more.

Good morning I say.  Popping up and moving along.