Groggily I make my way down the stairs and creep through the sleeping house. Not even the sun has begun to stir as I curl into a chair at the table with my computer. After a week of tests and writing papers, there are still some revisions needed before class, so I dutifully begin fleshing out my thin, starving paper.
The birds begin to sing; my tea warms and wakes my thoughts.
As the sun finally begins to stretch out over the fields things seem to fall into place and my paper looks full.
Whether or not my professor will agree is up to him, but I'm finally content with it.
Now to wait until it's time for class.