Though the comforter is heaviest at 6:30,
I break through its hold to silence my alarm.
Arms stretch above,
reaching out for my potential,
before bowing down
to stretch down,
in rememberance that the physical world is where I am now.
Some may call it "yoga"
I personally call it "fancy stretching",
But the flow of the movements
and the stretch of the muscles
has been more refreshing for my (un)morning self
than rolling out of bed
and avoiding the cat.