Wake up.
Look at the clock.
Yawn, stretch.
Don’t think about anything but pulling the covers back over my head.
Close eyes.
Open them again.
Hmm.
Maybe.
Peek outside.
See the sun.
Open the blackout curtains.
Sing a song to myself
Make coffee.
Go back to bed with coffee.
Wake up gently.
Then it doesn’t really matter where the day goes after that.
There are infinite variations to the perfect way to wake up.
Waking up with the sound of water. Rain on a tin roof. Waves. Water streaming over rocks. Sometimes a book makes its way in. Or music. Maybe a breakfast after. The sound of laughter from an earlier riser.
The best ones involve waking up with someone else. A lover, a group of friends.
Still.
Any time you start the day with sunshine and coffee in bed, it is perfect.
‘Morning!
