Well, there is light in the skylight, get on up...

So you open your eyes and find gentle light awaiting your attention from the skylight above, say "Good morning, LORD." and turn on the rest of your body and get up. Sleeping on the floor again, third night in a row, will never have to replace the mattress on the bed at this rate. I think of all the times I have slept on the ground, concrete floor or heated floors - some of which I don't remember because I was so exhausted I couldn't tell I was going to sleep, or was so drunk that finding my cot was a challenge, and only made it because others got me out of the shower and to it (so long ago and far away).

For sure if my wife hits me and rolls away she won't fall off the bed and into the night stand and a trip to the emergency room for stitches. Done that, and the night stand no longer lives beside the bed. Nope, I have no idea the dreams that made her hit me and roll away. They were not my dreams, my violent dreams stopped about the time I quit drinking after marriage - we had a king size bed then and I still think there should be more people (in other words that much space is a waste) and it was good for getting farther from me as I tossed and twisted.

Well, time to get moving a little faster and a little more. Good to know that God was there when I awoke, didn't listen to the President's State of the Union last night - he is entitled to his opinion. I am living in mine, and all I need is love.