Tell me something.
Waking up early in the morning, how often do you feel thrilled?
Every day? Now and then? Ever?
Instead, rambling bells blow up the silence of your bedroom, ripping you out of the abyss of sleep. Your heart scared out of the rhythm, bumps frantically against the chest.
And all you wish is to slide deeper under the covers, back into the lethargy of sleep.
There, in your dreams…
…Gentle kisses pull you up to a surface of consciousness.
“Good morning, baby bird. Your breakfast is ready.” [Read more…]