9:55 says the time on my laptop screen yet, i find myself hopelessly and inexplicably drawn back to the comfortable, cuddly, cozy, warm and fuzzy confines of my bed. Resisting that sneaky little temptation is a task only expected to be performed by an exceptionally trained yoga master! I'm of course, no trained yoga master therefore, fighting that diabolic temptation is one hell of a nightmarish experience. Guess I've been bitten by the morning blues...!
There's a Computer Networks book waiting for me at the study table, the bar of chocolate waiting in the kitchen eager to be baked into hot gooey brownies, an aged grandmother waiting for me to stop by and accompany her for a cup of tea, a book waiting to be written in the most inspiring of all verbal compositions yet, irrevocably, my bed calls out to me. Urgh.! Go away morning blues, I've got work to do.
But, whom was i kidding? Sure enough the Computer Networks book could wait, the bar of chocolate will not get poisoned with fungi if I were to make it wait a wee bit longer. The cup of tea could be consumed safely a half an hour late, wouldn't be a crime would it? The characters in the book could heartily enjoy their present situation while I choose to give in to the irresistibly painful sting of my malicious morning blues.
My inner conscience screamed, howled rather, "YOU'RE A MATURE GIRL NOW, DON'T YOU DARE GO BACK TO BED" but, one look at the mauve bedsheet, the soft, puffy pillow and the blue-pink blanket that still lay spreadeagled on my bed made me turn an adder to the sane protests of my inner saintly conscience. Without wasting a single second, I ran to the cozy confines of my preciously innocent bed and in just one blink of an eye I was fast asleep.
Yes, I was undoubtedly bitten by the cataclysmic morning blues.!
