Languor

Last night the sealing paper was torn from my windowsill. Last night sealing putty was peeled like dead skin from the cracks where my window and windowpane met. This morning I stirred from slumber and cracked the window open for the first time. I lay wrapped in blankets and felt the cool breeze ruffle my hair. Clouds filled the sky above me, white and gray in the still dawn air.

Some mornings, it's well worth getting to work 20 minutes late.