The house is cool, but I'm bathed in a warm glow that encircles me in the form of a comforter. How aptly named. To dare to face the uncertainty that is the world, I need to leave this comfort that is my lowly bed. For the blissful moments I know nothing but my own breathing and the intricate stitching of the pillowcase, this is my own private world. The gentle rays of sunshine peek through the windows and witness the calmness I inhabit, warming my face and hands, the only things which lack the perfect shelter of the covers. As I bury myself deeper in the dimness underneath, my mind is conscious only to the notions that my deepest, inner soul will allow. And so I breathe deeply and fully, and let my mind play through these perfect moments, where I am warm and safe and loved.
My eyelids begin to release their grip on each other, and the once gentle rays become reminders. We're here! they announce. My limbs stretch and explore the warmth under the sheets. My thoughts still cling tightly to these faint memories, with which my feelings of bliss are so closely knit. My toes curl, my fingers stretch to the ends of the pillows, and slowly, my eyes take in the small wonders that will become insignificant once I leave this moment.
My limbs curl back in and hover next to my body, my only protection as the reality of Earth sinks through and soaks my thoughts. I try desperately to snatch the last fragments of the feelings of which I had captive just seconds before, but the rays become more patiently insistent.
My toes are the first to start the hesitant venture from the covers....
....Good morning.
This is so accurate. I don't even know where to start.
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