I woke up as dawn lit up the sky. The sky was painted with mauve and purple which soon turned pink and then a blazing orange. The sun was soon shining through the slats in the blinds. I sat up in bed, languishing at the thought of the weekend.
Placing my tea pot on the burner, I slipped on my soft chenille robe snd bunny slippers. Grating ginger into my tea, I smiled, thinking about last night’s dinner date. A whiff of cold air swooshed in as I opened the door to the deck. Straining the tea, I wedged two biscuits in my mouth as I carried the steaming mug and the library book I was reading outside.
The cold wood almost burned through my robe, but I snuggled in and took a deep breath. The first one seemed painful but then I gulped in more fresh cold air and felt rejuvenated. Taking the first sip, I closed my eyes, savoring the flavor of the premium tea leaves and the warm kick of the ginger.
Putting up my feet on a small stool, I placed the tea cup on a side table and began rifling through the book to get to my last read page. Stephanie Plum was at the Jersey shore, looking for a skip. I wondered, could I manage it that day, and did some mental calculations. Well, why not, another voice said. I pushed away the grocery store trip from the time slots for today, and suddenly my day seemed free.
I gulped the hot tea, turning the pages of my book and looked around once in a while. The cherry tree had a couple of tender shoots on a branch at the top. Soon, it would be laden with pink and white blossoms, ushering in Spring. Nature never fails to remind us of the promise of tomorrow, I thought.
The sun was a bit higher up in the sky and some of its warmth had managed to cut through the cold morning wind. I threw off my sluggishness and went in to the shower, smiling at the thought of trying out the new body wash I had picked up at the mall last night. The shower soon filled with steam, and the fragrance of passion flower exploded in the small space. Lingering on the plush bath mat, I toweled myself and rubbed in the passion fruit cream, taking a moment to strongly inhale the heady fragrance.
A few minutes later, I was walking into my favorite cafe, picking up a bagel and a honey nut cream cheese. Armed with a cup of coffee, I hit the road, soon merging onto the freeway, headed toward the end of the earth, itching to dip my toes into a frothy Atlantic.
I fiddled with the radio stations, hitting number 1 on speed dial, and exclaimed to the voice at the other end, ” This is truly, a gold morning!”
I threw my head back and laughed out, leaning back in the car seat, singing along with the Johnny Cash number that had started playing.
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