What a glorious position.
Zzz.
Close to nothing can beat the feeling of awakening, unaided, to a misty, musty dawn.
When you open your eyes, and marvel at the wonder of being - how the darkness of unconsciousness of a second ago is now the darkness of a yet-awakened day.
How the emptiness of thought gives way only to a leisurely concern of wanting to watch the sun rise.
In the dimness of the room, the senses sharpen: there are new sensations in the coolness of the morning, the friendliness of the cotton bedsheet, the rhythmic low lullaby of the ceiling fan (set on medium speed) and the contentment of your limbs, well-satiated with a night's rest.
And then being able to close your eyes and fall back asleep - that is the first and best privilege of the weekend.
