Early morning. A dangerous place to think.
You know those mornings. When you don’t have plans for the day, or if you do they are hours away… And you wake up and the blankets are warmed via body heat. And the room is quiet. And outside you hear the normal sounds of your home. Cars driving by. Or your neighbors talking. Birds singing, dogs barking at what appears to be nothing.
And this sort of calm come over you. Sometimes it’s sad. Sometimes it’s happy, but the kind you know won’t last long. It’s a fragile few moments that you want to hang on to for hours. Sometimes people do.
And while you lay there your mind goes into the deepest thought. And you think about things you normally ignore. Or don’t have time to think about.
All the while you realize that’s exactly what you’re wasting. Where has it gone. How did you become this. This being you see yourself as. “you”. And you don’t even know who “you” are. How others see you. Who you could become. What you will accomplish and take pride in. What you will screw up. And things you are going to miss out on, and regret.
It’s a vicious relentless cycle. That before long will come down to this thought- sad and said multiple times before action is taken-
"I’ve gotta get up now."