It is too early when it is still dark outside on a summer morning, but that is the current status of my life. I have my coffee, but it is doing little to stave off the sleepiness. You can’t sleep either? Who needs sleep? Let me get you a cup of hot caffeine.
Oh my! We fell asleep chatting. It was much too early to be awake anyway, but our coffee got cold while we slumbered. No worries. Warm it up and all will be right with the world.
It is a good thing we weren’t chatting outside when we nodded off. In addition to waking to cold coffee, we would be all wet. Finally, a nice, cool rain has graced our dry lands. We sit inside with the windows open watching and listening to the steady morning shower.
With new hot coffee in our hands, we sit in silence for a minute, breathing in the peaceful moment. It seems so quiet. Usually, some sort of machinery can be heard in the distance, but this morning, only the rain. Occasionally, a bird will chime in with its morning song. These moments are rare, so we continue sipping our coffee, enjoying the sounds of nature.
When a plane flies overhead, breaking the spell, we start chatting. First, commenting on how lovely it is to have a morning like this. Calm, relaxing, and well, wet.
You mention you read my short story and love the ending. I am beaming inside, as I always do when someone says anything nice about my writing (probably just like every writer), and say thank you. I also let you in on a secret: I had no idea how it would end when I started writing the final installment. It wasn’t until a few sentences before the end that I realized what had to happen.
Our coffee is nearing the bottom of our cups and I ask you what you plan to do for the rest of the day. You tell me about the plans you have of doing regular things that need to be done, household chore type stuff. As you finish your list of things to do today, you look out the window, then say maybe you’ll read.
Now that sounds perfect.
Until next time…