Morning Seven

When I'm asked to pick a number between
One and ten, I always choose a seat in which
The sun shines into my eyes to the point 
Where I almost cannot see, but I can
Feel photosynthesis happening in
My forehead, driving into my
Neurons, because if you concentrate
Hard enough, you can sense the
Presence of consciousness
Or is that the Unconscious
Maybe it's a waking dream
All I can say is that
It's well after seven