While You Were Sleeping

Do you want to know what my very favorite sound is? It's the sound of a good, worn in coffee maker as it starts out in the morning while outside it's still dark and only a faint bit of light lets through the otherwise black horizon.

I love that sound.

Today I awoke as usual, around 6:20am, refreshed and rested from decent sleep for once in my life, got some granola and juice, took the vitamin, threw on the clothes, and headed for work. When I got there, I saw one of my co-workers pulling in. "Ah, shit. I forgot didn't I?" I say to him, as he laughs and says, "I thought you wanted to sleep in?" I switched with him. I forgot that I wasn't supposed to come in until 10am. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Because now that I think about it, sleeping in would have been real nice. A little more dreaming. A little more time between the covers, soft and full of a warmth that seems to come only from a whole night's worth of drapery over warm bodies. So I returned home, where I am now, listening to the coffee brew and soft music slowly wake me up while I decide what it is I should be doing with my newfound free morning this Monday.