I love waking up on mornings like this, in ways like this. I dug out my old body pillow and slept with it last night. Combined with my new down-like pillow and the three other pillows on my bed. I also broke out the flannel duvet cover for my down comforter the other day, since it's been getting cooler at night (notice I didn't say colder, East Coast folks).
So, I was supported on all sides by pillowy-goodness. And was snuggly-warm with the flannel and down. Then the love was applied. Freesia came on the bed (yay! something she hasn't been doing a lot of since the baby came) and settled on my chest. Then Smudge decided he would join in the love and curled up at my shoulder. I had purring in stereo.
I love my cats. I love my bed. I love waking up and knowing that there is no place I have to hurry up and be. That I'm waking up because my body has decided that it's time to wake up.
Good morning.
