First observations of the morning in 5 minutes:
My stomach is feeling a little up set now. The clock is ticking. I’m ready to go. My neighbors voice perhaps through the thick wall – I rarely ever hear it. Its 8:20am. Dry lips, slightly stuffed up nose. Shadows on the wall from the sun outside. I’m trying to notice/keep track of things that make me a 7. Not what I’m thinking, but what my attention is drawn to. Its cold, the covers are warm. I’m paying attention to comforts.