Lies I tell myself on the weekends, “I am going to get up in the morning— early– and I am going to write.” Easier said than done when I don’t have to be awake. I do have the best of intentions.
Morning light breaks through my window, and I hear the birds chirping. The rain wet on the roads. Signs of life are apparent, but no cares do I give. I am tired from having my nose in a book last night.
The alarm has already sounded first call twice. Commanding me to rise up and come to life. Today I am no solider. No mission to follow.
I run back to bed like a little girl running from a nightmare. Like the little girl I once was standing on her bed waiting for her dad to sweep her into his arms. He rescued me.
Only I want to be warm and comfortable until I am ready to do today. I want to relax. Life can wait a few minutes.
I was dreaming. Now I am awake. I gather a few unorganized thoughts. Trying to piece them together. Decide it is useless and break for coffee.
The house is quiet. It is only the rain and me. Brewed some coffee. Though the bottom of the pot isn’t as thirsty as I am— so I quickly found my coffee cup. Ready to start my Saturday!
Hope everyone has a great weekend!