on this day is a morning of similar build to a stretch and a coffee - my grogginess killed. in the clock is an hour hand, outstretched to no one, pushing obstacles at me - wainscoting the sun. i could write of a hero, a "save-the-day" sort, fighting hand-to-hand combat; i'd level the court. with a name like "Time Stopper," "Time Keeper" perhaps, she would introduce friction to Time's brutal laps. wash those lines above! i shall name her "Love."
Mornings for me are a bit wonky. Is this not an accurate statement for 80 percent of the population? I have always felt that I have a knack for empathy and can sense what is somewhat “usual” for others. I can’t imagine that there are many people that don’t feel slightly off-kilter in the morning for at least a modicum of time. Depending on how I feel the night before, I set my alarm for a “get up and write” amount of time, or a “latest possible” time hack. Either way, I have to have my “mosey time” each morning or I am not suitable for the outside world.
For those curious among you – “mosey time” is that dimension of space between now and then that is not assigned to any required outcome. Continue reading