Awakening
Awakening The awakening was signaled by three bleating alarms and a burst of rain. I definitely did not want to be awake and clutched the comfy comforter for comfort. I certainly was lucky that I could count my blessings wrapped in the warmth of the world of slumber and puffy blankets. I landed softly in the day despite the jarring call of clocks. I lay there a bit, soaking in the pillowy night while gradually accepting the day. How lucky I was, too, to have the time to disregard time and lay there. Then, the rain came like melted butter sliding over the morning. The too bright light in the kitchen definitely pushed me to get up. It was too much for my blindfold to bear, the brightness seeping into my eyelids even though they were shut. Still, I waited for the impulse to put my feet on the floor to come. Ironically, it was when my partner flicked off the kitchen light and I was left in darkness again that turned on something inside. The bathroom door was outlined with inside...