It's worth it.
In what seems like the blink of an eye, you are once again abruptly awakened by that irksome ringtone, meant to ease your waking process.
Sunny rays slip through the cracks of my blinds. My last "snooze" now used. Birds happily announce that it is time to be awake and lively.
There are a few moments, in-between sleeping and full consciousness, in which many profound thoughts may arise.
Today was one of those days. As I rolled over onto my back still in dreamy la-la land, this mighty profound thought came to mind:
"If the color pink could be felt, this is how it would feel."
Not cha-cha hot pink or pink lemonade. The pink that so perfectly described my contentment in those wistful moments was that of a spring cherry blossom. Soft and gentle. Incredibly alluring. Something one does not want to part with.
Dreamy, pillow like, tender, and sweet.
Waking up pink is always a treat!
Liz
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