So another day is upon me. I lay in bed for a few moments enjoying that hazy space between want to get up and have to get up. My miniature tiger lay perched over my right shoulder, sending a gentle vibrational hum through my frame. The television I fall asleep to is still on and pushing snippets of the early morning news into my mind. I am not completely coherent. I don’t want to be coherent yet. I want to lie in bed and enjoy the fog that precedes full cognizance.
