Wake up call

I'm a very seasonal person. When I wake up in the winter I feel like crap compared to what I feel like when I wake up in the spring or summer.

Winter Mornings

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The modern rooster chirps in my ear as I lay in bed contemplating if I really want to sleep enough to be late. Eventually my sense of responsibility wins out and I force myself out of my warm cocoon. The air hits me like a cold wall and my own room appears dark and uninviting in the predawn darkness. Ugh, what’s going to go wrong today?

Spring/ Summer Mornings

I slowly climb to consciousness as the fan sends breezy kisses onto my face. I smile as my dream slowly slips into a fog. I check my clock and find I still have a good three minutes to rest. Languidly I stretch then climb out of bed to glide towards my window. I open the curtains to glimpse the rising sun. My smile widens as I close my eyes to thank god for giving me this beautiful day.