Variable Damselfly... ?

... Sometimes it's a damselfly. 
Sometimes it isn't (according to the tin). 

It is always a joy to sit amongst these little jewels. Now you see them, now you don't.

I was awake early this morning. I lay for about an hour, wondering whether to look at the clock. 
Thinking.
Only when I assumed the alarm would go off imminently, did I take a peep... 5.23. 
At 5.23, wide awake, I could have repapered a couple of rooms, vacuumed through and probably retiled the roof. 
I stayed put. (As you do, when you share your life with Another).

And, at 7.30... The enthusiasm had waned. 
  
Shame.