I could tell you the sun rise was a beautiful mosaic blazing across the sky.
I could describe the first rays of sun light as they crested the tree line.
I would be using the most descriptive words full of imagery and poetic inspiration.
I would paint a picture with words drawing lines with metaphors and color in shades of similes
I should let the beauty of the words play like a song in perfect harmony
I should fill in the quiet moments with satisfying glimpses of the future

Could haves, would haves and should haves

I could have woke up with a smile
I could have stretched and jumped out of bed
I would have poured that first cup of coffee if it had already been made
I would have looked out the widow if I didn’t snuggle further under the blankets
I should have turned off the snooze after the first 3 times
I should have got out of bed..

But in truth there was no coffee
it was cloudy and cold
I didn’t want to get out of bed
All I wanted was to close my eyes against the invading daytime
curl up in a ball of self-indulgence and forget for just a little while it was Monday