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.