some mornings

ricebag lying in : january 2005 : somebody's farm : sunburnt-west country new south wales

Some mornings I wake up and I just do not want to get out of bed. That's mostly coz I just do not want to go to work. It's not my nature to lie in - I am not a sleeper-inner-er ... was born to rise and shine. Or just rise. Born to beat the sun. I love that hour when its still black out, when everyone else is deep deep down and I own that hour, I celebrate that stillness. In me. In my world. And it makes me sad that the 9 to 5 thing is hammering me into the mould of the norm, when crowing at 6am is a shitty alarm signalling the start to a shitty day. Waking up with the sun warm on my face is new to me.