I think I'm enamored at the idea of what you see when you first get up in the morning. Even if you're in a familiar place, what's around you may not be so commonplace.
You could be in your of bedroom, but wake up next to someone you just met the night before. Your relationship with this person is completely different than it was that night. They look different. You feel different.
Or perhaps what's not familiar is not the room, nor the person next to you, if any, but just the relative newness of the space again, from not occupying it for so long. It's not nostalgia that I'm thinking about... it's just a awarness of the space you have again that you may have dulled down if you spent too much time in one place. Ever hear a song that you love so much you grew sick of it in a new setting? On a dancefloor? In the supermarket? It's an entirely new song - new experience.
Those first few minutes, as your mind tries to understand itself again are fascinating to me. I don't know what I'm going to do with these thoughts!
