Night Terrors and Morning Madness
How odd, arising in the morning, to look in the mirror’s glass,
To see someone so unfamiliar, so unkind, uncouth and crass,
So ill-mannered and repellant, full of grossness, grease and grunge,
And to wonder how on earth I can begin to clean, expunge,
Remove, ameliorate; to salvage any goodness I could hope
To find in such an unfit carcass; rescue with what bar of soap,
What fell razor or belt sander, what hair shirt, what whips and chains
Aimed at purifying putrid monster madness, would what else remains
E’en resemble who I used to think I was, have any grace?
What relief, when after coffee, I come back and see my face!
Under all of it, thank heavens, lies the self I onetime knew,
With its kindly dragon scales and bony crest familiar: Whew!
Art-Colored Glasses 
Another winner bringing smile after smile. 🙂
And your note brings *me* a smile! Thanks! 🙂
Ahhh… Coffee. It cures a world of ills.
Bet you didn’t know dragons craved it too! 😉
After the smoke cleared, I might have though!
I learned years ago to always buy a 2nd pound of coffee. You wouldn’t want to see me without my morning cup. Heck! I don’t want to see me without my coffee.
Is it too soon to admit I’m not really a coffee drinker myself? I love a very rare cup of hot coffee-flavored sugary cream, but am otherwise a complete failure as a Norwegian–never got into the regular coffee habit, let alone drinking it black. Yet another instance of my inability to adhere to norms, eh! 😉
My son (5) and niece (8) want you to know that they say, “Wow!! That drawing is fantastic!”
Please give my heartfelt thanks to the young’uns. I am truly grateful! (And so is Irma, the dragon–she’s a little bit vain, I think!)
But what a lovely dragon you are, Kathryn! And one of the wittiest ones, I’m sure.
Thank you, my sweet. Thank you!
Morning restoration…