Music:silence, miaows, a ticking clock, typing and birdsong
My first drabble
I pause on the uphill bridge that spans from sleep to wakefulness, realising that I could more easily return than cross this climb. A mere few hours I have explored on the deeper, cooler side of the chasm but I decide to heed the tug of industriousness and step forward. Opening my eyes my lids conspire to remain closed - such a steep arch of winding stairs this is. If I was to just... but my conciousness has the casting vote and the waking world's tasks, trials and temptations win the debate. I sit up and soon am fully awake.