When you’re buried way down deep, and the comforter is pulled up to your ears, and the pup is warm and nestled against your back, and the air outside the covers is cool…waking up is hard to do.
When your alarm goes off and you hit snooze, and you roll on to your back and stretch out your legs, and your eyes close again, and you snuggle into the warmth of your spot…waking up is hard to do.
Waking up is hard to do.
(And getting up is even harder).
A few words written in bed 20 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I guess today it was not that hard, but most days it is.