  Good mornings are composed of these: a well loved pillow in one's arms or between the legs playing out loud and singing-in-the-mind Red Hot Chili Peppers' Parallel Universe the smell of cooked eggs and dried fish wafting in a hazy dream, in color, of a face leaning down to claim a kiss from me a face , in real color now, leaning down to claim a kiss from me the sound of waves outside one's room well-rumpled sheets (i have anal tendencies, but rumpled sheets rule! ) thinking first thing in the morning that one is in love and is loved back swimming early mornings and meditating as one stretches out to become streamlined, to feel one's healthy body move to realize one has woken up safe and alive and have friends 
