jack frost

My alarm goes off in the morning. It's cold in the house and my bed is warm. Cozy. I don't want to get up. I imagine myself sitting at the breakfast table with a warm cup of coffee nestled between my hands. This, I decide, is my motivation. I will get up. I will make coffee.

I half walk, half stumble down the stairs. Then, I look out the window. 

 

 

Jack Frost has arrived.