Begging Morning

I pulled my body from deep slumber's relaxation and dumped it into a pair of  running shoes tied just tight enough. Slogging into a trot I begged the morning to convince me that I had made the right choice. Longing to be under covers snuggled around by strong arms, I inhaled deeper than running demands and glanced at the swelling pink over fenced pasture.

I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.