I remember waking early to an alarm, jumping up half asleep to start a day that was rarely mine. Nowadays that alarm only goes off when we have to take an early flight, which rarely happens.
I get a thrill out of staying in bed after I wake up. I doze, I try to remember my dreams, I think about people. I feel gloriously self-indulgent staying in bed.
I also try to make room for the cat, who wants me up, not because he needs food. My husband, an early riser, gets up hours before I do. Murray the cat has already been fed and has been outside. He just thinks he can determine the schedule for his humans.
It's no use fighting with him. He is big, orange, and has claws and sharp teeth. Plus, he's relentlessly cute.
Here's a video of him saying hello to my friend, Judy: