Saturday morning

Morning has broken
Mobile phone not responding to my repetitive attempts of turning it on..
head pounding..
Children on the third floor screaming..bouncing ball over living room floor..
a toilet is flushing.. I need to slip into my dream again...of a blue lake, a still blue lake.
I am the first to break its surface in the morning.
The first to rip its hushed cover.
The naturelaw soon overwins me as I sink and hold my breath.
As I reach the bottom I look up towards the surface..the morning light is my guide..i strain myself with power...
as i push my feet off the bottom of the blue lake and sail up towards that halo..

Annoyed by constantly being interrupted, the surface slaps my face as i break it from below..
Waters coldness has me soldified..
I start swimming
and feel alive