What is your favorite time of the day?

Mine's the minutes between waking and rising. Those first few seconds of coming back, the senses stirring onto the softness, the scent of worn linen.
The sense that the world is nothing else but my bed and time is this moment of blankness.The psyche in half slumber, beyond worries, beyond fears. And all that matters is my pillow, fluffy and yielding to my enfolding arms. Savouring the sensuality of unravelling my limbs into submission. The sucking of air.
Stillness. And finally the silent bellow. The exhale of tranquil courage, a surrender to readiness, to daylight.