This morning was

This morning was out of the ordinary.

I shot up 15 minutes before my alarm went off, at 6:15 --wide awake. Scenes from last nights dream were still running through my head and I smiled. For the first time in years I got up without a thought of turning over under the warm covers so I hit the shower. Rachmaninov's swift fingers flew across the piano and beautifully complimented this phase of the morning. I sat next to my open window with some English Tea and a blueberry muffin, reading as the sun gently rose.

I beat the sun.

The sun is such a sleepy head.