between heaven and work
The alarm went off this morning at 6:30am as it always does, only today I heard it. Normally my alarm will blare at 6:30am and every 9 minutes after due to my sub-conscious reflex of hitting the snooze button. I don’t even realize that I’ve done it until, sometimes, after hours of doing it.
Today, however, I was aware. I was going to get up early and go to the gym before starting my work week. I’d gone to bed early last night to allow me to get the sleep I needed, but when the alarm went off. I listened to the radio for a moment and contemplated my options. I could get up, get dressed and go work out, or I could stay here in my nice warm flannel-sheeted bed and float halfway between sleep and awake and relish the feeling.
I chose the later. There is something magical about the moments between sleep and waking that has always held me in its grasp. Even as a child I would “lollygag” in bed in the mornings before school, sometimes to the point of missing the bus.
As an adult, most of my jobs have allowed me flexibility with my hours, thus affording ample “lollygag” time in the waking hours.
I’m not sure what it is. But this morning, while I was laying there, listening to Stella’s soft breath from the bottom corner of my bed, everything was good. My life was good. I was content. I was smiling.
If only I could figure a way to maintain this effect throughout my day… It looks like the gym will wait until later.