Stop the day : a procrastinator’s plea

In the stillness of the early morning
I can hear thoughts of past, present and future in my head
along with the  birds chirping out loud in the garden.
I feel the warmth of the sunlight,
the winter hasn’t yet taken all the warmth away.
The possibility of the day’s events
not yet dampened by what it could have been.
Not a hint but a full fledged promise of a new day.
The day can be anything I want it to be 
 I shape my own destiny.
The warmth of a yellow sun
is more than what I can bear. 
The sunlight too bright glares at me
hurting my eyes.
I have been under the covers far too long.

Instead of basking in the sun
I draw the curtains back into place
shutting the sun-lighted world out.
I retreat into my unmade bed
to fall back asleep.

My warm safe place
where unformed stories, half finished dreams and nightmares live together.
There’s always tomorrow to shape my Destiny.
I snooze a little more till the blinding sun has left
a mellow one in its place.
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