Those first minutes you open your eyes with images from dreams still fading underneath your tangled eyelashes. When bed sheets whisper ‘good morning’ to you and you can swear they’re kissing your body with every centimeter they touch.
The comfort of having to do only what your immediate needs tell you is a spa to your brain.
The smell of fresh coffee that’s like a soundtrack to your day follows, and the sunny shades that play with the light in your bedroom make you smile – even though no one is around to see it.
A music so smooth is playing in the background that it tricks you into believing it comes from your inside.
Your body in slow motion, knowing there’s nowhere to go, is sensing the danger of becoming addicted to the comfort of the idea. The idea of a selfish morning. The idea that nothing is missing.