the day begins early

the day begins early, as it always does.  the body clock in time with the dogs' and dawn.  some times, it even wakes itself before anything, that while the eyes adjust in the just faintly light sky that peeks through the curtains, the wrist with its indiglo watch, like a blind automaton, brings itself close to the eyes.  check the hour.  still dark.  still not halfway through the beginnings of morning.  but the body stands itself from the bed, feet feeling for the room slippers, movement.  the house still asleep.  the dogs each open half an eye, half an ear.