3. Waking up early

I am an early riser. I cannot stand to sleep my morning away. I love the feeling of being awake before everyone else, and the quiet relaxation time it allows me.
I even love trips and events that force me to get out of bed earlier than usual. The world just seems so generally calm. Right as the sun rises it is easy to forget about things like corrupt government officials, school bills, missing boyfriends, papers as-of-yet-not-written, fights with parents, and money problems. Everything is so calm that my mind seems to think that all of those things were just bad dreams that went away while I was asleep.

I do not like to rush. I am a take-my-time sort of person, and I feel that waking up early allows me to start my day slowly, yawn and stretch, and then begin doing what needs to be done.

For example, today I woke up at 5. Crazy? You ask? Yes. I actually went to bed at 10 last night because I was just exhausted and feeling on the sick side of life. Once I got my allotted amount of sleep, my body woke me up and, unable to go back to sleep, I slowly got out of bed and began my day. I have already written a paper, started a new poem, took care of some editorial business for Welter, and wrote this blog. No rushing today, not for me. It is going to be a relaxed, shopping sort of day.

I think I may find someone to go to Towson with me. I could use some more clothes. And what better way to spend a slow, relaxed day than by shopping?

I know no better way.

The only thing that could have made my early wake-up better would have been if I could have had my window open and warm weather to greet me.

But I’m not selfish. It will happen eventually. As soon as this retarded state catches up with the global warming trends.