Waking up a bit early to get a sip of water or a scoop of my honey and ginger mixture always feels like I'm in a state of half-sleep. I check the clock on my phone and it tends to be around 6AM. That is, when my eyes can make of numbers while squinting. I need to turn down the brightness of the display. Turning from one side to another, I secretly enjoy the crinkling of clean cotton sheets. After taking a look of my bundle of love and noticing he's probably going to wake up to a tickled nose as a lock of his hair is touching it (it has grown long!) I finally muster up the energy to stand up. I must have my fluffy socks on - if they're not next to my bed I'll have to walk barefoot to the kitchen and those tiles are too cool at 6AM for my liking.
