It is all in the fluff

by Emma

It is dark still when the alarm rings. Cold on the floor and around the room. As I fight the sleep, still fuzzy and cosy, in my head, I ponder. I ponder on today. On right now.

I want to go back to bed. Sleep begins to become a delicacy. A sweet incentive. A blanket against the cold.

Yet it is a new day. A new list of ideas. Concepts. Sleep can wait. Sleep always feels better when it has been earnt. Later.

Now. Now we embrace today. Hit it with all we have got and aim for a ‘KO’. If we feel like winners, we can become a winner.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…