Could you tell me about a time when you were slowly waking up?

Still in the “inbetween“ between wake and sleep, I hear raindrops trickling. I hear the cluttering of dishes from afar, speaking on the phone next door. 

The images of last nights movie still in my head, lost in thoughts about the past and tomorrows endeavours, I focus myself by writing these words.

And meanwhile it dawns. Everything becomes. I see each moment. I hear each drop. I feel here. 

Awake. Now.