Morning glory

Having a "peaceful" dream. Meaning a crazy, unnecessarily detailed, perhaps a little perverted or scary dream. Then the moment before opening the eyes, the dream still seems reality and maybe that's exciting, or just comforting. Either way it's different. Change is scary but so exciting. But SCARY. lay in the bed blanket between legs, arm under pillow, eyes open. Then close. Fall back asleep, or remain awake? Awake it seems. Replaying dreams in the head. Coffee. Can't stop thinking about coffee. And peeing.... take a bathroom break, brew coffee and wait for it to cool. In the jansport bag holds pencils and a sketchbook. Feeling inspired with a new mind on this new day. The butt is planted back in bed as the Spotify playlist is quietly narrating the stroke of the pencil. The plan for today attempting to enter through the head, but for now, this is it. Try and enjoy now. Don't count down the hours until work. Don't think ahead to five years from now. Sketch the feelings, fill them in, color them and make them shine. No more worries enter the head as it concentrates on this stupid masterpiece. Stupid, but WONDERFUL as it becomes a tap through the fingers in which the stress and worry slowly drain out from the body. Laugh a little at this art because it's such a dumb concept but maybe even a bit clever. Stare at it until it's no longer appealing. Finally time for the first sip of coffee. It has already gotten cold.

Glorious.