Yesterday, *today*, Tomorrow

I wake, shivering, but happy,
nothing boring, nothing usual,
nothing ordinary today.
My feet meet the cold floor,
my eyes blink. I stare.
The light streams in the window,
wraps itself around me,
a firm, gentle grip.
Inviting with its warmth,
it promises in cooing whispers,
Today will be different,
not comparable is yesterday,
Changed, will be tomorrow,
All moments have adventure,
Each morning holds a joy.
A deep breath, a cold shower,
A new day.