resting on a mat with a picture of bird whose type I don't know
waiting patiently for me to get up and put them on.
Along side the mat lies a disgarded plaster from yesterday,
one of those things you stick on your nose to,
hopefully,
stop you from snoring.
The dog obviously isn't wearing one
there,
snoring like a train
blissfully contented - as she has already had her breakfast and a trip out into the garden.
"We must get up" my glasses call once again...
"Five more minutes" I sigh!
