Have you ever had one of those mornings where the bed felt too danged snuggly to leave? Where you wanted – more than anything – to hit the snooze button (or to simply turn the alarm off)? Have you ever found yourself lying there, wondering how your very own bed got to be so perfect?
I had one of those mornings a few days ago. It was the first truly cuddly morning of the season. And it felt amazing. I was smitten with the sheets, with the blankets. I was so smitten, in fact, that it took more than might to get up and work out in the dark. But I (we) did just that.
I am expecting a reward of some sort.