Bedknobs and Broomsticks

If I need to get out of bed at 6:30am, I set my alarm clock for 6:00 and hit it until the absolute last minute possible. Yes, I'm one of those people. The habit began in college and now, long after my last class ended, I still spend the first 30 minutes of everyday hitting the sleep button.

When I tell people this the most common response is, "why on earth would you do that?"

Usually I quip something about my inability to get up on time or my extreme slowness in the morning and while these are both a little too true, they're not exactly the real reason either. In reality I just really, really love my being in my bed.

I love that floaty, half-sleep stage where you are just awake enough to appreciate the coolness of your pillow and the warmth of your feet all the way down at the end. I live for the moment when you can't imagine being in a better position  . . . and then you roll over and get more comfortable. You haven't even gotten out of bed yet and the impossible has been achieved!

Those 30 minutes are like a buffer against the rest of the world. For that little span of time, my bed is a safe haven of comfort and security, where stress has no place and dreams are the norm, not the exception. Those little gray moments ease my mind into the world and prepare me for my day.

This morning (after hitting my alarm clock for an unacceptable 40 minutes) I slid off the road and got stuck in a snowbank. I didn't make it into work and I had to pay the tow truck guy to pull me out, but you know what? That wasn't the beginning to my day. My day started in bed with warm blankets, cool pillows and variations on comfortable.

That is today's good thing.