Wake

Taken for granted

For the first time in a long while, I slept without the air-conditioning. Not out of choice but because the darn thing was broken. Fortunately, it is a Singaporean winter these days and the night was nice and cool. It was the morning sun and a light breeze which swayed the blinds that gently roused me; not the mechanical timbre of an alarm clock. I woke to the sound of birds chirping, the cool damp of the morning and the sound of my dogs running about in the garden. Maybe it is true. That sometimes it takes a breakdown to make you remember that its the simple things in life that count; like waking up.