Roll out of bed, strip the sheets, throw in the laundry, hop in the shower, get dressed, throw open the blinds, put on the song that’s been in your head, loud, tempted to open the window on the tentative beginnings of spring out in the thawing weather. Borrow a comic from your roommate. Contemplate the ticket stub from last night’s movie, the possibility of buying the newspaper. Have a cup of the coffee that’s just finished brewing. Family will be here soon. It’s Sunday morning, just barely, and this is your sanctuary.