i didn't know this before, but i just realized,
i always loved waking up to a saturday morning at yale.
in that time between unconsciousness and slowly waking,
there was a half-formed thought, a feeling of what could fill the day-
brunch late in the morning, with afternoon light; coffee or ice cream with a friend; a walk under autumn trees; someone to study with and spend slow hours in lc or the library with; procrastination; an event to go to at night.
people i wanted to see and it made me happy being near.
that made me content, even as i lay in bed and adjusted my eyes to the morning coming in through the window.
like a feeling of sun slowly coming into my body, growing warmer.
the hours stretched long before me, but they were promising.
mine to spend the way i wanted to.
senses that my mind, body are alive, stirring, even before i wake.
i like it.
