“Honey, it’s time to wake up.”
I faintly give ear to the whisper.
My body transforms into a hot syrupy liquid;
my limbs melt and disintegrate into the mattress.

The howling tones and the piercing hum of the piano
performs obtrusively, yet cheerfully in the room.
I hastily reach over to terminate the melody.

I squint my wide exasperated eyes;
mouth parched and
tongue lingering with the taste of burnt toast.

Arms absorb the chill of a million
tiny goosebumps.

Knees curl their way to my stomach,
as I bury my face in the affection and warmth
of a fuzzy white blanket that
cocoons my sluggish frame.

Legs elongate and surrender all through ten toes,
as an exasperated yawn exits my lips;
followed by several embittered groans as
jello-like appendages makeshift in a contorted position.

Spine twists as though wringing out a wet towel,
torso struggles to arise;
I sigh gravely while attempting to wallow
in this moment of  horrid yet satisfying perfection.

The weight of my head gravitates back
towards the pillow,
defeated,
I lie for a short minute.

Consciousness slithers into my mind,
just as I slowly drift back to peaceful slumber.
I remind my tired eyes to awaken.
Calf muscles scream and contract with
my first wobbling steps.
The dark scent of roasted coffee beans
dances about the air,
sounds of pitter pattering feet in the kitchen,
the mere thought of a steamy meal,
a mysterious wonder of the day ahead
lures me down the endless flight of stairs,
gradually into a state of mindful sensation.