Say one thing about mornings say they feel a lot lovelier when you sleep through them just like I did today, not waking up at the usual time to fix any meals because apparently one needs to be grievously hurt to have any consideration flung their way and my finger now resembling a skinny sausage kept me from detaching self with sheets and duvets overspread with a comforting word of how I need to rest and keep my hands out of harms way.
So cosily did I nestle, creating cotton walls of soft down radiating heat and consolation that I didn't realize it when the alarm was turned off and I assuredly retreated into a bear hug until another alarm which serves as a warning alarm to wake me up at eight echoed somewhere in the distance.
I didn't have the heart to leave the confinement but life necessitates certain sacrifices no matter how sacrilege and it was with a finger wrapped in plastic to keep it from getting wet that I proceeded with my kitchen chores that almost always involve a bit of digit saturation.
And so here I sit, brooding wondering about how today needs be dealt with.
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