That time of the year

It's that time of the year.

I love to curl up on the couch.
Except today am thinking of which 
Of the many critters will crawl out on me.

It's that time when the dawn feels magical
The aroma of coffee so inviting
The throw, the pillow such great company
The chirping of the birds a lullaby.

In a bit I will get up, put on my socks...
Until then, I have NOW.