Early Bird

Mostly the birds wake me up in the morning. It's been quite nice outside lately so we've been keeping the window open and I just sleep in so late now that the birds are already up tweeting twittering flapping flying bustling and making all manner if rustling noises. Bless them. Sometimes it sounds like they're fighting and I wanna go to the window and ask them to please take it to the next window, but I'm so darn attached to my bed at least 20 minutes after my alarm goes off that I don't know if I'd get out of bed even if the ice cream truck came right to my door on free-ice-cream-from-the-ice-cream-truck-man day. Is this a problem? No, I can begin lounging the second I wake up by trying to fall back asleep. I can rest my body for a teansiest bit longer to prolong the stresses and pressures of the coming day. I like to wake up and not remember what day it is; I despise waking with a brain that picks up right where I left off on the Econ problem from the night before; it makes me feel like I never even slept! And, as one of my top ten most favorite and participated in pastimes, I'd like to remember how great sleeping was more that where I am or how I got here. Really, those questions need no be answered until at least a generous 10 am.