As I wake, the softness of the blankets cocoon me in warmth and dreams.
Some sort of sound seeps from the alarm into my useless ear, but the noise is killed before it can be decoded.
Dreams dance just out of my crying grasp that desire more time in the land of my unknown conscious.
My eyes are pieces of lead that remain shut as if a concealed tomb, never to be opened again.
Some how, possibly out of pure habit, there is a hasty glance at the structured clock
That mocks my tired mind with a time that hatches little chunks of worry and confusion, but my body stays true to its laziness and lies in the cozy nest of my bed.
Stiff and scarred with uncensored exhaustion my eyes decide, on their own will, to close once again.
Out of the depths of the black, darkened caves of my unconscious state comes another peek at the time as if it were implanted into my programing.
A surprise that pumps my heart rate as jumper cables to a broke down car, realizing that time has once again betrayed me.
A creek and groan from my bones that wish for more rest as the struggle to get up commences, as if they have already been worked to the very last straw.
There's a click of the light as my vision blurs the room into distorted shadows and shades of colorful blobs and shapes.
Forceful, vigorous blinks attempt to correct the fuzzy scene, trying to make it all come into focus.
A few fingers come to the aid and wipe the goo of last night's sleep from the crusty
corners.
Finally, some clarity appears and the regular routine of the morning continues.
I exit the comfortable, little house to enter the outside world, where a gust of cold smacks me with a biting bitter chill.
But the cold doesn't not hinder the hurried steps that spring from the dusty, worn sneakers
That carry on with a brisk pace from the rocky driveway to the frosty paved road.
The sun glows from behind various purple and blue puffs of clouds and very now and again
There is a clinging crawl of cold creeping up my pant legs from the floor of the ground.
As I come to the end of this short road, a powerful howl of wind roars into my face and freezes me from head to toe.Shiver upon shiver shaking and rattling me all over, but the shivers yield no warmth nor relief to the stabbing frozen knife that digs itself into my spine.
My hands grip desperately in my pockets, but there is no protection from the thin, black cloth and my fingers become vulnerable icicles.
Popping dots and bumps of winter cover every surface of my skin as the wind tauntingly teases me with whispers on the back of my neck, making all the tiny hairs stand up straight.
But then, just as the wind turned to take its final strike to bring me to my icy demise, a yellow flash burned into my dulled, almost lifeless eyes, and I was saved.