Slumber sheds its lazy skin. The mind comes awake behind the lazy curtains of closed eyes. The body tingles as it acknowledges the warm caress of the morning rays. I snuggle deeper into the pillow, seeking its fluffy comfort. The gurgles of the birds float past my ears. A sigh escapes my parted lips; tender and unnoticed. A sigh of contentment.
The eyes still refuse to yield to the gentle nudges of an impatient mind. I lay awake on the bed, still asleep. The dreams linger just on the brink, reluctant to take their leave, but knowing that they must part for the day. The lashes entwined in their passionate embrace, whisper their lazy goodbyes.
As the last vestiges of sleep drag themselves away from me, I open my eyes to drink in the splendor of a glorious morning.