Cold feet

This morning the sun was shining brightly
    but I rose with reluctance,
    my body unwilling to shake off the slumber of sleep
    after so many days without.
    I started to write deprived,
    but are you deprived when the reason for no sleep
    is not about deprivation at all?
    But rather about the joy of living life
    to the fullest,
    savoring time with old friends,
    filling the brain with new thoughts,
    the notebook with insights?
    Is it unnatural to feel cold after an all night bus trip
    that lets one experience a Greyhound
    winding through small, rural, circuitous routes
    in the darkness of the heartland.
    I lived long days,
    played and worked hard,
    thought of sleep as an after thought,
    something to catch up with later,
    like friends whom you'll see just a few times
    in life, after the intense era of daily contact.
    For them, cold feet on a bright sunny morning
    seems like a good reason to turn the alarm off.