I never get to just recline in the dark.  Hearing the soothing hum of the furnace. Or the settled house still settling.  The warmth of my body beneath the soft blanket.  The almost light outside still dark enough to beckon sleep.  The quiet. Oh, the silence that tries to convince my mind that thought is doing me no good at this time of day.  The sound of my relaxed breathing and accompanying yawn is convincing enough to roll over and seek dream again.  Seek just a moment more of sleep, drifting further into the veiled darkness.  Until subtle brightness begs to enter my window shade.  And the jolt of roaring truck engines and bird chirps make it impossible to deny a new day is here.  A day I can mold and shape into anything I choose it to be.  And I wonder, what shall it be today?...

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