6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us DAWN.
Dawn is something I’m unable to cope with. Be it dreams or a restless babe, something keeps me in bed.
Something. Something that is necessary to be changed and molded into a quiet productive time.
But…how exactly? Do I make coffee first? Yoga? Make coffee and do yoga while it’s brewing?
Should I wait to put on any make-up I feel necessary at work? Because it will make me less likely to wear any?
What about the baby? She seems to be quite restless at dawn, when the sun peers through her blinds. Seclude myself to the living area and kitchen?
I suppose you can see why I am unable to cope with dawn. We’re at a battle of wits, Dawn and I.
How is your dawn, your morning? Do you have a routine, because in my moment, I can only dream of one, which seems to be while I’m resting in bed…every dawn.
Do you stretch or drink warm drinks? Do you make yourself a protein shake or stuff yourself with eggs? Do you run out the door pulling up your hair or wrestling your neck tie?
A new dawn is just hours away from now. Just a quick stretch in the bed and a vivid dream or two. I’m plotting as I type, and nothing feels right. A loose routine, a change, productivity must happen. I have the ability to be a morning person
I’m not allowing myself the choice.
Dawn, I call a truce.
I even call for a friendship. Can we be friends?
I’ll wait for your answer in the morning.