Lazy Day Morning
The radio blasts on, it's 7 o'clock in the morning. Before your eyes even open you take note of the time, the temperature, and your environment. Your mind tells you it's 7 because you specifically remember setting your alarm for 7. But it seems too dark to be 7, maybe something happened and it's really 7 pm, and not am. No, that can't have happened. It must be 7 in the morning. Ugh... not only does it feel too early, your body tells you it's too early.
How warm the quilt feels wrapped around you. How soft the pillow is beneath your sleep head. You haven't moved and you don't want to, expect perhaps to cuddle your favorite stuffed animals close to you. Even this small movement reverberates the grandeur as to how wonderful the blankets and pillows feel that envelope you. You want to stay here.. stay forever. Not even wanting to fall back asleep so much but simply to enjoy the magnificent feeling of warmth, safety, comfort, and some how.. love. Why is this so wonderful? Perhaps subconsciously it reminds us of being in the womb. Deep down inside we remember what it is like to be swaddled like a baby, when there wasn't a care in the world. When life consisted of nothing more than eating, sleeping, and being cuddled.When life was simple.
You lay there, defying the voice screaming in your head to get up because you have to get to class. Your lack of movement... a non-aggressive resistance to returning to the outside world. You battle and rage against time. But it's inevitable. You open your eyes and slowly, akwardly rise, leaving your sanctuary and your comfort below.
The radio blasts on, it's 7 o'clock in the morning. Before your eyes even open you take note of the time, the temperature, and your environment. Your mind tells you it's 7 because you specifically remember setting your alarm for 7. But it seems too dark to be 7, maybe something happened and it's really 7 pm, and not am. No, that can't have happened. It must be 7 in the morning. Ugh... not only does it feel too early, your body tells you it's too early.
How warm the quilt feels wrapped around you. How soft the pillow is beneath your sleep head. You haven't moved and you don't want to, expect perhaps to cuddle your favorite stuffed animals close to you. Even this small movement reverberates the grandeur as to how wonderful the blankets and pillows feel that envelope you. You want to stay here.. stay forever. Not even wanting to fall back asleep so much but simply to enjoy the magnificent feeling of warmth, safety, comfort, and some how.. love. Why is this so wonderful? Perhaps subconsciously it reminds us of being in the womb. Deep down inside we remember what it is like to be swaddled like a baby, when there wasn't a care in the world. When life consisted of nothing more than eating, sleeping, and being cuddled.When life was simple.
You lay there, defying the voice screaming in your head to get up because you have to get to class. Your lack of movement... a non-aggressive resistance to returning to the outside world. You battle and rage against time. But it's inevitable. You open your eyes and slowly, akwardly rise, leaving your sanctuary and your comfort below.
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