A little blurry, I wake with sunlight on skin this morning.  I’d been up in the dark of 4:30am, only to realize I had the luxury of returning to sleep if I wanted.  And I did.  Because I could.

There I could cull the ether.  Let dreamtime nectar pool in my hand and slip through lazy fingers.

Slide and glide through a Sunday sleep-in.  Softly.  Slowly.  Wake with the sun.