Awake

Today I'm joining The Gypsy Mama for . .




"For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it's just right or not."

Ouch! This was hard, especially the "unedited" part.





She startled me as she walked into the room. The wind had been blowing fiercely. So loud it woke me up. I mentioned to Jeff that it was scary sounding. Laying in bed, trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep. Trying to avoid the revolution of gears in my mind. The days' tasks, concerns. "No, don't think. You still have almost an hour till the alarm goes off." But even the admonition cranked the gears, and it was futile.


There's something strange about waking up and not being able to go back to sleep even when you're tired. I succumb and rise and head toward my coffee.

The creaking of the wind and walls was unnerving for awhile. But the wind settled and so did I. That's when she walked in. The creaking startled me again. I was surprised she was awake so early too. She said she's often up this early but she get's "lonely."

Funny, that's why I love the early morning. Because it's lonely.