That feeling in the morning..
I don't mean the one that groans to stay cocooned in cotton sheets and thick down even after hitting snooze for the third time. Or the one that nuzzles his heavy, restful body with half-hearted hopes that he'd turn over and run his sleepy fingers down my naked belly. Good morning.
I mean the feeling that comes after these, when I acknowledge the day ahead. When groggy plans for a nap immediately following the 7AM meeting are foiled by the caffeine and great intentions of productivity.
Here I am.