You wake up with the lingering leftovers of yesterday - a fragment of a bizarre short story about an old woman trying to buy ink, Zadie Smith’s commentary on the new world, the Bengali recipe you have been meaning to try, the marble cake you binged on, a snippet of a conversation with a dear friend, a reminder to reach out to another - it’s a medley of many unrelated thoughts swirling around, vying for your attention in the first few moments of waking up; when you are in a limbo between the haze of sleep and wakefulness.
And when you’re finally awake, there is this slow unfurling of sensations - the cold tile beneath your feet, the warmth of your body as you yank away the coziness of the blanket off of you, the softness of the fabric against your fingers as you fold away the messiness of the bed, the velvety coolness along your throat with that first sip of water, the splash of cold water on your flushed face, and the caress of the fuzzy towel as you pat your face dry.
Within ten minutes of waking up, you have already dealt with a riot of sensations, feelings, and thoughts. All of this disappears into thin air as the day progresses with its humdrum routine. Nonetheless, it is a short and sweet episode of mindful indulgence before you kickoff a busy day.
