Mornings
7:25 am I wake up My body does this on it's own now and the sunlight greets me as my eyes sleepily try to focus. I indulge in lounging under the covers for awhile. Eventually like everyone else I realize I need to drag myself out from under them. I pull a sweatshirt on over my head while I debate what I should eat for breakfast. How much effort do I feel like putting into feeding myself? I switch the kettle on. I choose an orange mug for my tea. Whenever I pour the boiling water over the tea bag I always become mesmerized for a second watching the water change into something different. I hold the mug close to my face. It's much to hot to drink but I blow on it like I'm going to take a sip anyway. Now. Scrambled eggs or toast?
