A bad dream tossed me out of sleep. Clandestine war operatives too complex, scary for the early morning. My nose was slightly chilled. I pulled the covers deeper around my face, curling my limbs close together. There it was warm, safe.
Just for a few minutes longer.
Then I'll face the cold cold world.
Just a few minutes longer.
The birds twittered from their gutter nest.
It's morning now. It's time to get up.