I sit, bleary eyes half closed. Trying to figure out my coffee maker which is set to magically go off at 4:30, so that the smell of the delicious beans will entice me to wake up instead of hit my snooze button repeatedly.

I succeed and try not to trip over the dog who has suddenly decided to be underfoot, when seconds before they were across the room. Silly dog, that’s a good way to kill us both.

Warmth flows down my chest into my stomach and I feel myself wake up by increments, smelling the richness of the beans. Only an hour late on my schedule, I remind myself it’s Sunday, and I’m not in a hurry.

pause

breathe

inhale deeply

morning solitude helps me to regenerate and power up for a day of demands from those around me. Those I love, those I’m responsible to. This time is mine, for me to listen to myself, take care of my needs.

at least until I hear the wail of my youngest, calling for me. My quiet time is over,

time for snuggles instead.