Mornings

Mornings in my life come with no pomp and circumstance. It is what it is. Here I am sleeping peacefully and then the rude insistent blare of the alarm clock rips into my mind and reminds me yet again that it's time to roll out of bed cheery and happy and ready to start the day.

Only one small problem persists. The older I get the more offended I am by mornings. The more my body drags and the more painful it feels as my body attempts to readjust to being in the wakeful state. It might have something to do with the odd soap opera of a dream that has been playing out in my dreams for several nights now.

I spend about 15-30 minutes every morning hitting the snooze so that I can find out what is going to happen next. This more than likely contributes to the feeling of being severely beaten every morning.

I don't drink coffee but I now see why people suckle at it's teat like it holds the answer to their very existence. I am the same with Dr Pepper. DP is the answer to life. It is sweet and smooth and lovely blast of ice cold goodness as it slides down my throat in the mornings. AWWWWW! The blessed first rush of caffeine in my system. Could there be anything sweeter in life?

Ok well maybe a few things. Being curled in a tent with someone you care about and making love under the stars. (I am far too old to be playing the quickie in public game.) Opening your eyes in the morning to find that you have drifted over and are back cuddled next to the man you love. Ok so yes there are other pleasant things to wake to in the mornings but when you are single, grumpy, and horny you just want the damn caffeine! LoL

Speaking of the gods of DP....I can't believe I am writing this before I have had any. Please disregard this entire post as it more than likely is not very coherent.