Today’s writing prompt: What is your favorite hour of the day?

Lots of people prefer one part of the day over others. Some like the early morning, before everybody else is up, because it’s a quieter, more relaxing atmosphere. Some people are night owls, whether it’s because they enjoy partaking of the night life, or because—like early morning—it’s a quieter, more relaxing atmosphere. Some folks like midday, when they can be outside to enjoy the warmth of the sunlight.

I like different times of the day for different reasons—for example, the ones I mentioned above. But my favorite time of the day is not a particular part of the day, or even a specific hour.

No, my favorite part of the day is that period of time when I’m waking up from a good sleep. It’s that time spent in that warm, fuzzy space between sleep and full consciousness, that time where a good stretch can send me momentarily back into that reverie, allowing me to linger a bit longer in the feeling.

I like this part of the day because all I’m doing is being.

I’m not thinking about anything I have to do that day or worrying about some problem (real or imagined).

I’m not concerned with what’s in my inbox, what’s on TV, or what the weather is like.

I don’t yet have to get out of bed to start my daily routines.

I’m not burdened by thought processes or personality.

I’m just warm, cozy, and comfortable, and that’s all I need.

(13 November 2013)