Le Soleil Bleu (Charnanay Steps)

This morning, like some mornings, I got a bit tossy-turny on my way up. And just as I'm on my way cycling down into a nice deep wave--I'm usually aware of going under; delta is like cold water or slow paralysis, but it's lovely and smooth if you don't fight it--just then, I smell COFFEE. Fresh cooking coffee. Hot, delicious fresh coffee.

First conscious thought: "He set the coffee maker for 4:45."

I waited for my arms to kick in, for the feeling of normal movement (not the water circles, not the easy fluid nowhere of sleep) to come back to my legs, thinking, "And here I have two choices: I can wake up because of the alarm, or because OF COFFEE."

"I have to get up at 5:30 anyway."

Only, it wasn't 4:45, it was 3:30.

...Mmm, coffee.