Each morning at sunrise I hear the song of a bird outside my window. My best interpretation of the voice-sound is... bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, emphasis on the last syllable -- always in threes.

Faintest hint of light from the East filters through my sheer black-grey 'curtain.'

Everyday this happens. 

I awaken briefly, but having no particular reason to hurry out of the comfort of bed, I drift back into semi dreams. The bouncy bird and others too become background music as pleasant images play across my halfconscious mindscape. I try to milk these moments for all they are worth, knowing that soon I will be fully awake, reality being my only reward.

Oh how I wish then I could join the ranks of those winged ones who make their livings from the Earth and sing songs of joy to celebrate each new sunrise.

I imagine them speaking to each other: Jamaican accented English..

"No worries mon! Many worms and insects we will eat today. The babies are flying on their own now and we have taught them well. Hahahaha! The sun rises again mon!!!"

Reality rather sucks these days.

If only I could sleep and dream forever.

I too can fly... in my dreams at least, sometimes. It's more like gliding really, usually not far separated from  Earth. Air surfing; knees bent, hands out to each side for balance. I launch myself from the top of a long stairwell and touch down lightly at the bottom, never having scathed a step. Launch again and cruise effortlessy through immense landscapes or cityscapes for hours on end,  watchful observer of all things. No thoughts, just pure awareness.

Reality is for the birds... they can keep it.

Time for my nap..