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?