I wipe the crust from my eyes
and I struggle to pull the covers from over my head.
I've been asleep for so long
my bed a prison now
instead of the warm, cozy respite it once was.
The alarm sounds and I hear the whispers,
"Get up NOW! You MUST!"
Then I hear a stern voice demanding me to reason,
"But you're so comfortable here. Just five more minutes..."
The thing is, I'm NOT comfortable here any longer.
I don't have room to breathe.
I feel my light growing dim.
I have become comfortably numb.
So my whispers crescendo into a full-fledged scream
as I hurl the downy covers across the room and leap from the bed.
It's cold out here and a little intimidating in the early morning light, but...
I am awake.
I am alive.
And I breathe in all there is to be.