Morning Fog

My free time is when I just wake up.

When my body is awake before my brain.

I feel my body. My muscles are sore; knee creaks. My back is stiff. That run I took yesterday is coming back to bite me.

This bed soothes them.

My head hangs heavy. A weight seems to sit all around me.

This bed shoulders some of the burden.

I feel like doing nothing. My body tells me how tired and worn I am.

I wake up wondering why? Why when there is more rest to be had?

This morning purgatory is when I am free. From heaven to hell I am traveling.

Soon my brain turns on and compulsion is born.

The need to be and do overwhelms the body.

I can’t be when there is so much to do. Can’t rest when time is so precious.

Thoughts of muscles turn into inventory of tasks. The pain becomes prioritization. My head now swirling with strategy.

Nurture has defeated nature.