i can’t make head nor tail of this fizzing on my tongue

Early morning and you wake. The 8am Singapore warmth spreads itself on your arm, mynahs are chirping, andyou hear water streaming. Yes it's a concrete canal but look who cares?

Shifting your head to the side you lazily open a groggy eye, and in that muddled threshold of wakefulness and sweet sleep a sense of unutterable delight forms as a half smile grows on your lips. For some reason, for that exact moment in time, in that perfect encapsulation of a Perfect Morning, even though you have seen it often before, you never cease to be amazed and be wonderfully, simply delighted by the sight of her, like you, attempting to open her eyes as her head oh so gently rests on the same pillow.

It is not the wild deep passion so often described in movies and books, not the utterly sweet kind of fluff one is inundated by the world, but simply a feeling that.. is just there.

Not forced nor even concious of it.
Existing in that special half realm
that comes
only once a day.
Lulling
and slow. You know it cannot last
as the morning will eventually go

like dew. You know your mind will
crawl back to wake

and reality,

but just for that moment,

that single point in time,


you are happy.

And so is she

as she returns
a wry smile.



And that is all that matters.

The Reindeer Section - I'll Be Here When You Wake