I wake to the warm caress of sunshine against the curtain of my eyelids,
my body, the temperature of contentment.
Conspiratorially, my mind whispers, “You’re up before the alarm; reset it for later. Stay in bed longer.”
Amused, I whisper back, “You said that two alarms ago.”
Opening my eyes, the sliver of morning peaks through the real curtains.
I give thanks for this precious, welcomed, experience of peace.
Even as kinks and creaks are gently stretched I realize,
peace still abounds; two more gifts found in the experience and in the realization.
Overflowing with gratitude, general and specific,
from here, I start the day.