Morning has broken; Zack climbs on me, announces it is 6:57. His tone implies he finds my ridiculous behavior - recumbent in the dark - appalling.
I pull him in closer.
Thoughts form, free fall: unfinished Christmas cards, my messy house, dinner & dates with Jen & Stephanie, Juno - oh please go see Juno - journals and lotions and the book I'm reading...
Inches above me, Zack implores me to get up. My nose recalls the cold I'm kicking to the curb.
Lexi walks in and buys me a few more minutes. Soon I'll roll out of bed and pour the coffee and the day will unfold.
But some mornings it's hard to get up when the staying down was working quite nicely for me, thank you.