When dreaming flows into barely being awake.
Recalling images from fictional events during night, recalling real happenings from the day before. Drowning into warm blankets.
One sip of clear cold water, one step closer to being entirely awake. A new day, new clouds and hopefully a new dose of sunshine.
Getting up and looking at the sky. Whatever clouds there are today, I will be my own weather.
Feeling frigid, stony ground under my feet, inhaling fresh air. Bending down to smell my lavender. Turning around in search of new flowers.
One more yawn, one more stretch. Today is allowed to begin.
Laura van Cutsem 