I wake having slept,
the best kind of waking.
I slept having worked,
the best kind of sleeping.
I worked then I played,
the best kind of working.
I played, laughed, and hugged,
the best kind of living.
And now I start again,
at a desk with a fat mug of coffee
and colored pencils standing tall in a jar,
their little heads pointing up
in a sun salutation
saying, "Hey, c'mon, Honey -
let's do it all again today!"
