It’s getting to be that time of year when I hate getting out of bed. I like the approaching of winter and the chilly nights. I get in my bed with a stack of blankets and burrow way down. In the morning, when it’s time to get up, the bed is so warm, like a cocoon. I don’t want to leave my bed because the room still has a chill clinging to it.
This morning is the first morning. Despite feeling well rested, I could have laid there forever.
I never feel this way in the summertime. Yes, I have air conditioning and I can make the room as cold as I like it. Somehow it’s just not the same.
I love a crisp fall morning.