Awakening

The idea struck me early in the morning.

I switched on the light and began writing…on old bills, visiting cards anything I could lay my hands on because I was too lazy to move out of the room.

My hands just moved across the paper and then suddenly the thoughts just stopped.

I put my head on my pillow, looked up at the white ceiling and just closed my eyes.

I heard a noise….birds chirping outside my window.

I got up, opened the large French windows and let the fresh cool breeze fill the room.

The curtain swayed in the wind, the leaves moved, the sun rose and I just sat there…mesmerized…