Morning.

Cold...
But not so cold that it bites.
Enough for goosebumps and momentary shivers..

Folds...
Of my bed in the light.
Too late to snooze, too comfy to leave the covers.

Mist...
On the top of my teacup.
Hot enough to wake me, cool enough to swallow.

Lists...
And reasons to get up.
But I'd rather watch the rain race down my window.