The Colour of Awake.

Feb 08, 2010 07:56

I woke up at 6 am on my own this morning. For no reason.

It was one of those mornings where you slowly return to consciousness and gradually become aware of your surroundings.

There was a snoring cat under one arm.
There was a silent cat in the small of my back.
A pillow under my head.
A pillow over my head.
A pillow under my knee.
The blankets were warm.
The room was a hazy blue.
My PJ's were all twisted up as though I'd slept fitfully, especially around my arms and the 3 buttons at the neck had come undone again.

I turned my head to see the blue numbers on the clock and focused in on the hour, "6:something something"

The floor was cold on my feet and the shock of the 64 degree air on my bare legs snapped me awake as I shuffled to the bathroom.

At this point realizing I was wide awake I decided that it was time to find the beloved flannel pajama pants, pink wool socks and extra long sweater and go make coffee.

You know you are up earlier than you should be when the dogs even have no interest in following you down stairs for food or a trip outside.

It was when I got down stairs I saw the snow. I love shopping and cleaning out my car in a blizzard.
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