Another busy day has begun . . .

It’s 6:40 AM on a warm spring morning and I’m enjoying a peaceful sleep.

As I begin to awaken, my dreams keep pulling me back into that soft early morning slumber. My early morning dreams are the most vivid. Colors swirl with smells and sounds. Greens and reds, blues and oranges entice me back into this vivid dream world. The smell of dew on the early morning grass, coffee brewing, and the soft sound of dainty wind chimes hung next to the birdhouse in the tree outside our kitchen door.

I know a busy day awaits me, but slumber keeps pulling me back. The sweet smells begin to grow musty and irritating in my dreams. I’m lost in a world between dreams and the coming day.

What is the real world and what is part of my dream slumber?

I slowly open my eyes to the beginnings of a new day and am face-to-face with a long-haired teenager walking down the hallway outside my bedroom door. I close my eyes. The smell is pungent; an un-bathed teenager, no doubt about it. I am now rudely awake, but I close my eyes hoping only that my sweet dreams have not dissolved and that I can make the pungent odor go away.

Then I hear voices . . . . voices of children. They are whispering, but it is so loud inside my head that I try to imagine soft veils being drawn across the early morning stars for protection.

It is now 6:45 AM. Hopefully, sleep will overtake this rude awakening.

No luck.

I now realize that these whisperers are standing a few feet from the foot of my bed trying to fold blankets and whispering, whispering, whispering. I wait, hoping they will finish and return to play in the early morning sunshine and dew. Talking, talking, talking. I leap out of bed and banish them to the grass & trampoline in the backyard.

Another busy day has just begun.