Early Sunday Morning

I hear: the clock ticking, sister snoring, birds singing

The clock reads 8:00am. For once I am able to sleep in.

I climb out of bed, pull on my robe, and pad downstairs. No one is up yet.

I see: sunlight streaming through the window and lighting up the floor, dishes from the night before resting in the sink

I press Power and the computer screen lights up.

While I wait, I fix myself a cup of hot cocoa. The machine buzzes and whirs.

I grab my Starbucks cup and set it on the counter. I look outside, watch the peaceful morning, and smile.

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