The sun rises slowly, as do I. When mornings are late, I'm late to awake. But I find contentment in warm (not hot) coffee and having a sleepy smile even as the rest of the household has already become bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Someday I'm going to have children, many I hope. And someday my late mornings will be interrupted with the giggles of breakfast and hectic school preparedness. So as for now I'll enjoy the annoyance I cause with my late dreaming- for it may be the last few years I have of it.
