The alarm clock sounds off like reveille across a field. It calls for me to wake up and start my day. Through groggy eyes, I look for my alarm and shut if off. A sigh escapes my lips and my head returns gently to my pillow. It sinks into the comfort and warmth. I am awake and become aware of my warm body under the warm sheets I stretch like a cat and roll onto my side. I look at my clock in frustration as if its the clock’s fault that I have to wake up. Why can I not wake up perky and bouncy like I use to, but the answer is always there — my med. Fortunately, my med does not effect my libido in the morning. Through the sleepy leepies I still want to play. To feel.
