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The light spills into the room, glaring through my half-opened, white mini blinds, glaring as it awakens for the day, but it's not all cruel as the warmth kisses my face pleasantly. Yawning, and stretching, I bend and twist in that first morning stretch; the feeling of such relaxation and peace overwhelms me. Snuggling under the warmth of the blankets I curl up again, sighing and regretting that I must awaken. Grasping my pillows I roll over onto my stomach burying my face into them. The smell of my shampoo overpowers my nose and I close my eyes again. Suddenly I feel a quick attack on my foot; glaring at me from the end of the bed sits my kitten. Whining, I push him back off the bed and attempt once more to retrieve that soft comfort. Finally finding that spot again and curled back up, I sigh and stretch; the mattress and bed squeak. I look at the clock, realizing the time, and as I realize I should be getting up, the bed almost sucks me back in, a vacuum cleaner that refuses to let me go. The blankets hold me down, sealing me in the bed like sealing an envelope. As if out of nowhere, the serenity and comfort of the bed hits me, a sucker punch knocking me out. Unconscious, and left defenseless, the bed wins again in my morning awakening, leaving me to be awoken by an obnoxious alarm blaring in my dear in just a few short hours.