I'm on the shore of Lake Huron, 8:30 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Sun pouring in, so bright that I can barely see the screen.
Sounds of waves and water, bullfrog, birds.
I am with my three friends who are caring for their daughter who is in the palliative and final stage of MS.
Beauty, life, death, happiness, sadness surround me.
Where did you wake up? Sounds, sights? Feelings?
I woke up at a messy dorm on the 5th floor, at 6:30 am CDT, one of the very few mornings that I woke up early- without the sound of my alarm. My room mate snores away while I open hubski and quora. Messy shoes, socks and bedsheets surround me. After reading for a while, I get ready, have breakfast get to the computer lab and open hubski (again). I feel positive today, have ideas I would like to share and discuss with the world. Excitement keeps me awake, this drowsy sunday!
holding a coat hanger and wearing a headlamp for some reason
In mah bed. With a man and a dog who thinks she is much much smaller than she actually is. 
A dog that can use hubski. Now I've seen it all.
She's smart, but no that smart. Looking for the naked dude under the dog ;p.
In my bed, in Eastern Ontario. Early, to go to work. I did NOT want to go to work today, and work delivered upon that feeling. As a side note - I love my bed, and more than anything I love waking up in my own bed. I had a bad bed for a long time, and while I still felt that attachment to my bed, I now have a really nice bed that I bought while I was in the states. So now I really love my bed. I've had significant others invite me over, and then, as we get tired and head to bed, I put on my shoes and go home, because if at all possible, I've gotta sleep in MY bed.
Having a great bed makes such a difference. My bed was a phenomenal pillow top. Now it is a mushy pillow top that often leaves me sore if it's too hot and a sleep weird. Such a bummer.
Shitty beds are SO BAD. I was told once - Never cheap out on shit that is between you and the dirt: Shoes, Tires, Beds, among others. I recommend old school beds that are able to be flipped (which are getting hard to find these days), and getting a separate Pillow top that you can add on if you really need one.
Yes yes yes! Okay so if you are a single person, you can actually "flip" your mattress about 4 ways which is how my full-sized bed at my parents house is still totally comfortable after 14 years. You can rotate it 180 degrees so that the side you naturally sleep on is now the other site. The side by the headboard turns into the side by the feet. After you kill that, you can flip it over. And then you can rotate that side 180 degrees. The problems with pillowtops is that the bed itself - the springs and core of the mattress - isn't what goes first. Its the pillow toppy stuff. Once it starts getting matted, it's over. I also live on the beach now and I imagine that the general moisture in the air has taken some years off the pillowtop. Chips, if left not tightly sealed will go stale within hours.I recommend old school beds that are able to be flipped
I woke up with the sun, wrapped up around me SO. I slowly wriggled my way out of bed, leaving her to sleep while I went downstairs to read in the peace and quiet of a Sunday morning in our house. The rest of the week we have at least two children and her mother about so it was nice this morning to browse NFL news and read my book while listening to music on my own.
Fuzzy rugs envelope me from top and below. Light filters from the beautiful Elizabeth Bay scene outside the shades, burning sunlight glistening on the ripples of the harbour. A solid glass table rests on the ground by my sleeping face and cats sleep on a nearby chair in the stylish living room. My friend bustles around preparing for her ex-manager and his boyfriend, who will be returning to their place shortly and I think about what the coming day holds ~
I woke up in my bed to my second or third alarm. I had four set. I didn't really need four. I'd been to bed early, rested well all weekend (read: lots of napping), and it'd been a mostly uneventful night. As is not unusual with my more well-rested nights I'd woken up every hour and a half or two, just for a few moments. Sometime in the dead middle of the night there was a thunderstorm right above me. I was awake for at least two claps of thunder and bursts of lightning, long enough to worry about my new kitten and then go back to sleep. But the storm was on my mind this morning. I woke up with plenty of time to get to work but when I checked the weather i saw the high was 82 today. I thought again of the storm and how the humidity must have dropped. It would be a pleasant day today, cool, with the threat of more rain in the afternoon. I realized it would be a perfect day to go hiking solo. I logged onto work and took the day off and my only resolution was that I could not nap at all all day. I have achieved that goal, read 60 pages, gone on 3 mini-hikes, written a little bit, and declare this day well spent. Back to the grind tomorrow but with a fresh head and well, well rested - mentally as well as physically.
In the shared room we set up at my apartment 'cause it has AC. The room is about 7 degrees celsius cooler than the rest of the apartment, yet still a solid 3-5 degrees warmer than what would be needed for comfortable sleep. Fuck this fucking heat fuck.
Brooklyn. Bed. Covers are too hot. My back aches. I twist my torso until my spine makes crackling noises. There's not much natural light through my window, but it's enough to wake me. The window is barred, but I don't feel like a prisoner. The bars are for my own protection. I'm here to recover. I chose to come here. This is my home now. I've been here almost three weeks. Ten thirty. I twist in bed for another two hours. I'm on a schedule. Sleep at 3AM, wake around 11. Eight hours. That's healthy. I don't have a job to go to. The neighbor has dogs. Lots of puppies. They're all barking. Every morning is like this. She doesn't like them. She yells at the puppies. Why did she get puppies if she doesn't like them? Maybe it wasn't her choice. Are they breeders? Was it unintentional birth, and she doesn't know what to do with the puppies? "It was inevitable that we'd come here." When I walk around the neighborhood, I see dogs, people, and butterflies. I smell animals and chicken on grills. My sense of smell was damaged. It's harder to enjoy life this way. I wish I didn't have enemies. I wish I was a morning person.
Evocative writing empty. Your piece distantly reminded me of the first line of The Brooklyn Follies by Paul Auster: I'll look for more of your beautiful writing.I was looking for a quiet place to die. Someone recommended Brooklyn.
I'm glad you are there to recover.
In my bed, nothing too interesting. Though I was slightly uncomfortable and oddly congested, which doesn't normally happen during the summer. I was also hot and sweaty, the weather has finally truly become the inescapable summer I was surprised held off for so long this year. Also, lil, are you in Michigan as well? Or Ontario? I feel like I'm finding a lot of active users on hubski reside here, or at least come here often.
I guess I need to look into the history of the site more. Yeah, I'm in Michigan. I guess I'll follow that tag now and jump in when there's another meetup around Detroit, or, well, anywhere here that's within a 3 hours' drive from me. It always makes me feel some kind of pride to see any kind of online influence coming from the Great Lakes. Also, I might (though it seems increasingly unlikely) be coming up to Toronto in a couple weeks with friends.
I woke up on #42 my wife woke up on an entirely different number, though our legs and feet still co-mingled. I woke up in the Tarheel State. I woke up to my daughter saying, "daddy, it's time to get up." I made coffee, fed the dog and lay back down for five more minutes. Then, I woke back up to my son saying, "dadadadadada" and pulling at my covers. I emerged a final time, stood upright and stretched my hands up towards the ceiling. I forgot about the ceiling fan, set on "high" and had my knuckles smacked. Ouch!