Morning

I woke up, like I do every morning of late, to the sun deceptively suggesting it is later than it really is. It is 6:30. Darn it. I had a whole half hour left of precious sleep. Deep sigh. I really can’t complain though because I love the warm golden glow of sunshine bliss on my face. I very carefully roll out of bed, holding my breathe, knowing that if Zen feels the lack of my presence he will wake with a huge grin and an exuberant “Hiya!” I love how he wakes but I also love the deafening silence of a house full of sleep. I strategically move the pillows so they aren’t too close to him to be a hazard but close enough to allude to my (false) presence. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. I head to the bathroom. It is chilly; 60 degrees with a breeze coming in through the windows. I toss on my robe and tie it snugly. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. I walk by the couch. Sunny Day lifts her head and immediately plops it back down with a “thump” and goes back to sleep. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. I head into the kitchen. I open the copper canister and I am enveloped in the blissfully-bitter smell of coffee grounds. Deep breath. Ahhhhh. The morning peace is so thick I can almost see it. I love these brief moments I manage to stealthily snatch when the sun deceives my internal clock.

I finish scooping the coffee, flip the switch to on, and wait impatiently for it to brew. Shuffle, Shuffle, Shuffle. I head over to the kitchen windows and look out. The morning stillness is tranquil. Deep breath. The smell of fresh morning is intoxicating; sweet, clean, and cool.

 

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Morning coffee

The coffee is ready. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. I head over to the cabinet to grab one of the 3 lucky coffee mugs that are not packed away in a dark storage chamber waiting to one day be used again. These mugs were carefully chosen to stay unpacked. They are my favorites. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. The steaming pot of fresh brewed energy beckons me. I pour the dark brown liquid into my mug. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. I head to The Chair. As I sit I can’t help but wonder how long I will be allowed to relish the deep peace of morning….

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

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