Reveille

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.

 

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