Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Writing Prompt: Sleeping In

I layed out my running clothes last night, hell bent on waking up at 5:40 and going to the Y where I would run four miles and redeem myself for the Mexican food I splurged on the night before. But when the alarm goes off and his arm is wrapped around me and his slight snoring is in sync with my breathing, and the comforter is so squishy and warm, I think better of my plan, and enjoy the morning for what it is.