It happens most mornings. I begin to stir from sleep around 5ish. The room is dark and cool. The bed feels gooood. I change positions, bringing the pillows closer to me. I thrust one between my legs. The coolness of the bed linens feels wonderful.
I can't go back to sleep, no matter how hard I try. My consciousness begins to talk to me. Things I need to do that day....worries over this or that....unrelated, semi-conscious concerns. I seem to have no control over my thoughts.
I force myself to arise. My second stop is the coffee pot. Soon, my thoughts and consciousness will once again be under my control. Another day has begun.