Get Up!

My second favourite way to wake up in the morning is slowly. I enjoy the sensation of drifting upwards through ribbons of waking dreams, gradually becoming present in a room filled with gentle light and the murmur of news from my clock radio. I like to spend a few moments laying perfectly still and listening to the noises of my sleepy critter family. The dogs woof and their paws pulse in a dreamy chase. The cat snores quietly at the foot of the bed. 

There is no end to the enjoyment I get out of this time in my day. This is when my mind is still and my heart beats slowly. The room and my nose are cool, the pillow is warm, and the sweet promise of coffee beckons. These few moments before action is married to thought feel like a gift and I lay in the wrappings, cherishing the calm before beginning the process of transforming into a productive adult.  

I understand that somewhere, out in the world, there is a percentage of the population who can leap from their bed three seconds before their alarm, completely alert and ready to make complex decisions about nuclear fission or what sweater to wear. I know this because, so help me, I married one. These people are important, they are from every walk of life and without them our society would come to a grinding halt. The remainder of Humanity would surely be late to work at the bus depot/power plant/surgical theatre/Starbucks. Cherish the early risers who are keen to start their day as soon as possible, they are the reason we know which rocks to bang together. 

Mind you, for the rest of us it is a wonder that we did not simply use those rocks on them and eat cold saber toothed beaver for brunch.  Which point neatly illustrates my favourite way to wake up, which is late.