This has to be due to the position in which I'd slept, this stretched out fetal arrangement that now while I'm picturing what I look like from a birds eye perspective reminds me of a cat relaxing in the middle of the floor under a spot of sun.
On my back is normally how I sleep and my legs do not cramp up, so I suspect something provoked my into this position. It could be the fact that the clock says 11:38am, and I distinctly remember setting an alarm on my phone for 7:20. The extra four hours of sleep taking me from refreshed and motivated to a state of laziness matched only by that of the domesticated felines I mimic with my sleeping posture today.
I'm recalling my sleeplessness of two nights ago. I must still be catching up on rest.
After cranking open the blinds I realize that by sleeping like I am, I might be subconsciously trying to retain heat in this position; all that swaying even the largest branches of the trees outside my window are doing just confirming what my ears were telling me somewhere within my deep slumber, and coupled with my vague knowledge of when during the year I am, autumn has broken through.
"But it was still so spring yesterday..."
The steady air stream sounds more like a waterfall and the air tastes a bit dry, and with the sun also only half awake and peeking out from behind the clouds enough to realize it neither wants to get up today, my skin is reacting as if it were the only thing between me and the fury that is fewer and fewer hours of daylight as each day passes.
I am covered in goosebumps.
Autumn has go to be my favorite season, primarily for the clothing.
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