I open my eyes with struggle.  Sluggishly roll from the creaky bed. Fumble for my socks that I kicked off in the night. Bump out of the bedroom.  Routine and ritual follow.

Oh that the morning would start with bliss and beauty.  That the thrill of life burst through me brilliant onto the day.  Nope.  Not lately.  Nothing really wrong.  Just in between things really.  A human merely being.

So I sit and invite Her in.  Near.  The scent of lavender is first.  Rustle of wings; the angels sweep the room.  She giggles as they play and try somersaults in the tiny office.  Spirits and sweetness soar through me. A summer breeze through me sitting in the shade of a god-tree at the edge of a huge meadow.

Her whisper of living through me sparks the day.