Warming up.

It's colder than I thought it'd be.  The temperature of discomfort sneaks through the spaces of my clothing and shivers my skin.  On the horizon, the fat and lazy sun slowly makes its ascent into the heavens.  Even it doesn't seem to want to get out of bed.  A cloudy north looms, and I suppose that these weak rays may be the only light I see today.  Glad I got up early.  And with sleep still tugging at my eyelids, I struggle to keep focus on something that requires letting go.  If only my fingers could type the dreams inside my head.  But they've all dried up for now, I have the jolting siren of an alarm to thank for their rapid departure.  So here I am, stuck.  Spinning my wheels and still hoping to impress.