I wouldn't care if they were

I like the mornings like these, where I begin with a bit of oversleeping, followed by eggs and productivity, followed by getting distracted when a beat makes my foot bounce.

And then the bouncing takes over. And my hair whips back and forth, my hands punch the air, my eyes watch my knee-high argyle socks bounce across the floor as I dance like no one's watching, because they aren't and because I wouldn't care if they were. Not today. Not when there are still 15 hours before sleeping to make the day go right.