in the A . M .

Up this morning at 6:45 a.m. for better or for worse.

It's the only time the city is quiet; a time when you can trick yourself into believing you're in northern Vermont where the air is cool and crisp. Traffic seems a fleeting aberration, and the sky is shedding its purple toned mantle to don a lighter shade of blue. My little apartment looks bright eyed and welcoming. The kettle sings, 'hot water francesca! make that tea you like so much and let me sleep in another hour or two.'

So I drink my tea and think, which I'm starting to believe I do altogether too much. I think about the scar on my right hand that is stubborn to heal, and how the worlds first bionic cat looks like a kind of feline pirate and how amazing and wonderful that is. I think about sex because I guess the early morning makes me feel intimate. I take another sip of my tea which is really too hot, but I'm a glutton for punishment and drink it anyway.

'What will happen today?' I wonder as I drift off toward a second sleep on the couch.

I suppose there will come a time in my life when things won't be this simple and all of the challenges, lost opportunity and hard won successes will seem like tiny ant hills on a vast mountain. But I can't help but take it all to heart...

Here's to going back to bed. Hope you all managed to sleep in some! xx