saturday mornings

contrary to when i actually get out of bed on saturday mornings, i'm not a late sleeper.

ever since i was a little girl, saturday mornings have been my favorite time out of any given week.  i've never been an exceptionally late sleeper, but i will lay in bed, invariably, until at least 10.  for a few hours, i may slide in and out of semi-conscious dreams, aware of them, what they are, and able to change the paths in the brief moments of lucidity as i drift in and out of sleep, but the process of waking up is equally treasured, because it's then that hours of lazy daydreaming can begin.

i spent this saturday morning like i spend every other saturday morning, only vaugely aware that i was awake since eight o'clock, and in every moment since allowing my mind to wander and drift through novels and memories and hopes and aspirations. 

i'm not sure what i'll do today, but i imagine it's difficult not to be well-disposed when one wakes up so sweetly.