“That” bird raps down the scale hysterically–not appropriate music for 6 a.m. Just three hours ago, I was listening to Janis, who needed a Mercedez Benz, a man to love and fast transport out of Baton Rouge, in that order according to my play list. Now, when I’ve finally rid her angst from my dreams and I’m on a smooth course, here is nature’s alarm clock trying to convince me that 6 a.m.is a sane hour to rise. No, I answer silently, tucking one hand under the pillow my head is resting upon and using the other to pull the spare pillow over my exposed ear.
By isolating myself from this cheerful world of morning, I choose delay. The puppy, who has snubbed the comfortable new bed I have bought for him in favor of being two feet closer to me, jumps up next to me from his resting place beneath my bed and burrows against my spine, complicit in my choice of the best way to spend a morning.
To read more about night owl activities that lead to sleeping in in the morning, go HERE.
And HERE is another poem about what happens when I do wake up and decide to stay that way–usually closer to 8 o’clock.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Golden Hour.” 6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?