a different kind of awake

There are some morningswhen you wake up,somehow, more awake. You can feel the chill of feet on the cold floor,You can hear your tummy turn and shift, your bones creak into place.The quiet is its own song.Your coffee tastes hotter, sharper.The honey on your toast, stickier, sweeter.Your synapses fire faster. Your senses engage.You look at… Continue reading a different kind of awake