Sometimes I wake up so desperately in love with how comfortable I am.
Just a half-awake glance and stretch then face buried in my blanket I languidly drift away in a cloud of serotonin. Just as sumptuously tempting as an early Summer crush and similarly fleeting I give in over and over again.
As the day beckons I won't be lazy, an early morning means strolling in the wilds in whatever you choose, so I stroll with a blanket and if I can find the perfect clearing I'll lounge back into the greenery. Exploring all the curves of nature.
