Wake Worthy

After last evening's pitiful attempt of making sense out of nonsense, I decided I am more lucid in the mornings. I love waking up in the mornings and just sitting on the edge of my bed to allow miscellaneous ramblings pop into my head. Sometimes it is a lingering memory of what I may have dreamt. Other times, it is a popular tune or even a song in a commercial that brings itself to mind. More than often, it is a blank slate with an awareness of a slow and rhythmic breathing. It takes a momentous effort for me to even decide I want to break that self induced trance to get up and start a new day. If only that calm, restful, lull-inspiring peace could last more than just a few minutes. I try to bring it back during the day by meditating, but it is not the same. That secure warmth of contented happiness is definitely something worth waking up to.