From My Tiny Little Bed By The Window

I sleep in a tiny little bed by the window in the back of our apartment living room. Though I know that might not sound ideal to most, it is one of my favorite sleeping spots I've had (barring a few treehouse, beach and camping adventures). Being cursed (or maybe blessed?) with early riser syndrome, I awake when the sky is still dark and a sliver of moon is shining overhead. All is silent except for the rustle of leaves on the trees below from the soft breeze that gently caresses my sleepy face as it dances in through my open window, and the occasional howls of a distant pack of coyotes . As the hidden sun slowly makes its way to the horizon, the midnight blue is replaced with pinks then oranges then soft yellows as the light stretches its arms long and wide to embrace the day. Inevitably warbled cries alert me to notice a flock of geese showing off their perfect V formation flying high above. The peace is so present it's as if time has stopped and the worries and struggles of life had never been born. And then in an instant the serenity is gone as the rest of the city comes to life, car engines revving, doors slamming, scrapers fighting ice on windshields. Though fleeting, I cherish these early morning magical moments from my tiny little bed by the window.