awake and dreaming

This morning, whilst adding my daily fruit to the blender, a bird hopped into my line of vision, through the large view of the kitchen window. His underbelly was the most beautiful shade of yellow, not a bright hue, but more intense than a pastel. I watch him, hop, hop away. He is hopping for me.

The air outside smells like biscuits. I must have eaten about 4 deeply chocolately biscuits somewhere in between my sleeping and waking self, last night, rolling over and reaching for the packet, then rolling back into more of the vivid dreams I have been having all week.
I have battled zombies with a too-blunt knife, had to tell a friend that her newborn baby was in fact, a kitten, and last night, had Christmas dinner, with my family, some other folks and Kanye West..

Its a time of preparation for me, I feel myself at the door of this incredible new phase, a door that now opens.
There is magic in the breaths that I am taking.