Thu 9 June 2005 - In my cocoon
In my cocoon, the warmth engulfs me. I desperately don’t want to leave, but the shrieking alarm compels me to at least dangle my arm out to silence it. I do so, and gain ten minutes respite, to lie quietly, listening to toot of distant trains from distant places, the passing cars and trucks, and the newspaper hitting the driveway with a thud.
Soon the alarm sounds again. My arm dangles out to turn it off, and the rest of me follows. Time to start the day.