mornings

                                                            mornings

The alarm clock is right on time ringing, as always, loud as it can to wake me up from a long beauty sleep. I hate it, the bed is comfortable and I don’t want to get up. Since we are in late fall, the mornings have become very cool, and they are getting ready for those ‘cold as ice’ winter nights. Anyways, no matter how confortable my bed is, I can’t lay here looking at the celling all morning. I looked out the window, while getting dress for worked and there were two bad high school girls walking to school while they chatted about boys. “Adam is so dreamy” said one of the girls, the other girl looked at her in a way that said, I like him too, bitch. Man, the good old high school days, gone but not forgotten. The aroma of my mom’s coffee that’s breaking itself in through the door’s cracks, is releasing happy chemicals in my brain and it’s making me get ready to start my mornings with a good feeling.

            “Son, grab some coffee,” my mom tells me. My mom is a beautiful woman that looks young for her age. I just look at her and tell her that I will. She just smiles at me like it’s a good morning. And why shouldn’t it be? The high that my mom feels from smelling the coffee, I think is the reason behind her smile. Her smile reminds me of Captain Morgan. My mom leaves to go to her job and I’m next out the door, as soon as I sit a little longer on the kitchen table drinking my nice hot coffee.