Five In The Morning

Five in the morning,
And I'm woken by the chill of the autmn breeze, rushing through my window
And over my bare skin.

Although, shocking,
I smile.
Eyes still closed, I then hear a sound of bells chiming,
And cats meows.

It's time to start my day.
This week will be successful.
I will complete it,
Unlike the last three.

I pull the covers up to my chin and take in the last bit of heat, before I expose my skin
To the crisp, cold - that now fills my apartment.

I take three deep breaths,
And on the exhale, I whisper three things I am grateful for.
The only way to start a day.

Stretching,
I slowly get out of bed, and tiptoe down my stairs.
The aroma of coffee and warmth will soon fill my kitchen.
The day has officially began.