and I woke up before my alarm.
If I had a choice, maybe I wouldn’t have.
Haku, my cat, does this thing where she loves to scratch at both my closets doors and my drawers in order to open them. They never open.
So it’s an endless scratching sound that annoys me day and night.
This was one of those times, waking me out of whatever dream I might’ve been having.
It’s Wednesday and I’m almost grateful the work week is half over. I always find myself counting the days until I see My Love again the next week.
How are you doing this morning?
I see you starting your day–and I feel as if we’re starting it together.
There’s something about the early morning reads that become sort of nostalgic. It’s as if while arising earlier than the sun, it feels as if no one’s there with you except the regular morning workers who drive past every now and then.
And then you see someone at this time—maybe writing something that will never matter—and it feels as if you were there and you’re just talking and it’s nice.
So here I am now at 5AM my time, talking out into the morning void that I’ve always been so fond of.
It’s Wednesday and if you’re up this early, I want to remind you we’re halfway through this week.
Let’s make it worthwhile.