its early

the alarm goes off

and we drag ourselves out of bed.

an hour later

i slide though the front doors of the office

i’m the first one there

well almost

i stroll past the banks of empty desks

footsteps echoing into the open plan space

i plug in for the day

and glance around at the unchanging

and briefly every morning, i wish i was back in bed

then before the thought fades

it’s off downstairs

to start the day the right way

with a coffee

and a big welcoming smile

and suddenly the day looks alright

a bright morning awaits