Variations 2

My alarm goes off, I throw back the covers and slip-slide my feet along the carpet (step over the internet cord in the middle of the room) and hit snooze the second time. Each time I pass my bookshelf I smell lavender – lavender from BC and from Maui – and it smells so comforting. I crawl back under the covers of my bed and rub my face against the weave of my pillow cover. (Sleepy head.) I like the way the fabric feels and I sigh, settling into sleep. I dream; disjointed fragments of reality and flights of fancy. Nine minutes.