Having woken up under piles of duvets and bedspreads and
throws to counteract the freezing temperatures....the debate then comes on
whether to actually put a foot outside of the bed. Bearing in mind....the head that has now
surfaced is already the proud owner of a glowing red nose and the breath that
leaves the body is visible as a whitish mist emanating from the mouth. There are always choices in life....to get
out or stay put and sod the world today.....The consciousness dictates that
there is actually not really a choice.......at some point the loo will be
needed and a cup of tea at a bare minimum...even if the bedside drawer could be
rifled through to provide substance (one slice of chocolate orange....a
battered picnic and four squares of dark chocolate...a substance of sorts at
least). Now is the best way to rip the bedclothes off and scramble hastily for
the dressing gown and slippers....or should the exit be discreet and steady, so
as to keep the warmth that there is firmly adhered to the various limbs...or
could that dressing gown be reached from here and dragged ungainly into the bed
first. Sod it just go for it.......God I hate mornings!
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| Me in all my morning glory! |
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