Early Mornings
When I was a kid, I was never a morning person. Maybe when I was a very little kid I was awake early, but I by the time I was 7th grade I was finding it hard to get up in the morning.
I was hard to awaken. My poor mom must have had such a time getting me up for school. It was so easy for me to lay in bed just a few minutes longer and I would then drift off to sleep and mom would be calling my name again.
I remember once that my mom called me and I thought about getting up. I thought about it so much that I was doing it in my mind. I got up and got dressed and went downstairs to the bathroom and even brushed my teeth. And then my mom called my name and I woke up and found that I was still in bed and I had just dreamed that I got up and got dressed. I had to do it all over again. I was amazed that I could dream something so real.
How surprising it is to me now to awaken early and feel like I want to get up. I seldom sleep in now and any time that I get up later, I feel like I missed so much. Early morning hours are special, --if they aren't too early.
I don't get much done early in the morning, but I like the special feeling. I like seeing the way the sunlight splashes in slanting rays across the side lawn. The sunlight makes the maple tree cast a long shadow across the lawn and the bright sunshine dances on either side of the shadow. But now, it's time for me to stop immersing myself in the morning feeling and get busy with something to make good use of this time.
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