Slowly coming to conscious, my strange obsession,

Wanting to return to the daily awake at a gradual pace, Rick Rubin Style, dream life,

Scribbling these words now down on those first moments to capture the feeling somehow,

Lying in the semi-dark, pre-dawn gray leaking in through the curtains, nightlights down the hall giving way to the day,

Email and tasks calling, the lists waiting, wanting my attention,

Nevermind, I’ll get there soon enough.