Precious light

The silver sky comes creeping through my window, spilling its cool wash of gray into the dim corners of my room. I try and block out the sounds of the morning, but punctuating the silence outside is the shrill call of a bird that is flitting around from one bush to another. My mind tries to float back to effortless sleep, but it is too late now. No matter what I do my waking brain will stay no more settled than the bird flying from bush to bush.

At this moment I am just aching for silence again. All I want is to sleep a few moments longer. I want to wake up when I want to, not when my brain decides.
But my wish is not granted. I hear the thundering of footsteps to the bathroom. The water runs. The feet then trudge to the kitchen where the responsible party clanks around dishes. I hear the gurgle of the coffee pot. I hear the back door open. The piercing shrieks of my dog lets the world know she is up and going potty. More footsteps. I realize they are headed to my room. Then there is knocking on my door. I am summoned to join the rest of the waking household. No use fighting anymore. I am up. I slowly open my eyes.

Good morning world