I woke up with a poem in my head...

I am a night owl and a slow waker-upper.  I hit snooze eleventy-seven times, stretch, yawn, turn over, drag myself out of bed like a reanimating zombie, then, for about an hour, I operate at about half my normal speed.

I won't belabor you with further details, but suffice it to say that when I have to get up earlier than usual (which means anytime before 9AM), my morning ritual is even more of a mess.

This morning I woke up hella early with the first few lines of a poem in my head.  I have been "arting" long enough to know that if you piss off The Muse, she doesn't visit you for a while, so I punched my pillow, dragged my raggedy ass out of bed, stumbled around for a minute looking for something to write with/ on, and saw that my phone was the nearest option.

Inspiration hits me differently when I type, and I felt like I needed to actually WRITE, so I pulled out my phone's stylus (Thank you, Samsung Galaxy Note series!) and filled the screen with the lines that were in my head.  More lines were immediately forthcoming...

but there didn't seem to be a "scroll" option on the screen.  "What the @$%^??" ...whine, whine, whine

...all the way to the living room where I grabbed my TABLET, pulled out ITS stylus (Thank you Samsung Galaxy Tab A with S Pen*!) selected the app that I needed, then began to write.

I think The Muse got a good laugh, but all's well that ends well.  I got a poem that I can share with you.  A fair exchange, I think.

--Nicole

*Yep.  That's actually what it's called.