Too early, too little sleep
Morning creeps in, My head is not ready for it. It glows against the mountain against the quiet clouds tinging all things golden as they brighten to full day... I am not ready wanting the landscapes still of dreams of comforter and bed pillowing my head in sleep, dayless, consciousless... Slowly, relentlessly day pushes out the shadows of the house; world sounds, the silence of the head and house... Body nags its various needs like the cat demanding that I rise right now and admit the day and... Sign in to see full entry.