My favourite mornings

I'm not a morning person.

But sometimes something magical happens... I get lucky and my mind plays tricks on me as I move from the dream world to the conscious one, feeling like a bear who's just waking up after a long winter of slumber. And in that split second before opening your eyelids you're in a haze, not entirely sure where you are - or when.

It only takes an instant but it's enough time for the mind to start scrolling the film roll of life: am I waking up in a safari tent in the outback; or in my old rusty camper van; or perhaps on a sofa at a stranger's house who has shown me such kindness that we have become lifelong friends.

Or am I waking up in that luxurious Las Vegas casino hotel to a scorching summer day; or possibly wrapped in the arms of a special someone who made my days on the road oh so sweet - even if just for a short time.

Indeed, I'm not a morning person but sometimes I get lucky and wake up not remembering where I am or when. These are my favourite mornings.