The alarm goes off at 5:00 a.m. on the dot. I’m not asleep when it comes blaring to life, and I’m hoping if I let it go on for a bit, you won’t be either. We need to talk. I look over, but you’re unfazed. I shift and lay one arm across you, before pulling you in tight. You snuggle into me, it’s automatic, you’re sleeping contently, blissfully unaware of all that needs to get done. I, on the other hand, find it a bit more difficult to ignore reality.
I run down this list in my mind of what has to get done today, and I haven’t a clue how I’ll fit it all in. Eventually, I come up with a loose plan. Having a strategy in place and the curve of your hip against my body, seem to do the trick, by the time I climb out of bed, I’m slightly less agitated. I don’t do much without really thinking it t
