What are your rainy mornings like?
October 24th 2007 00:52
My eyes stay shut, unwilling to let any of the dreary light part them open. The snooze button's been hit so many times my alarm clock wants to wring my neck more than I want to wring its own (if it had one). I hear a car pass by outside, and I hear the loud splash its fast wheels make. I'm sure Mrs. Barter's peonies are all messed up again. We'll be hearing her moaning in ten minutes. Count 'em. Ten minutes.
The flannel blanket is tempting me too much. There are little shooting stars printed on it. I've had this since I was little. I remember my Mom tucking me into bed with this same blanket, and how I'd drift to sleep oh so comfortably, enveloped by its warmth and fuzziness. Sometimes when Mom wasn't looking, I'd hide under the blanket and rub my feet against it. There would be little sparks and the shooting stars would come alive! I didn't know the science to it then. I don't really care so much for it now that I know anyway. Mmmm, the feel of the soft fuzzy blanket on my skin is so comforting.
My phone is ringing. Arrrrrrrgh. The alarm clock is taunting me that I am taking too much advantage of this bed weather. I know, okay? Just shut up. Not that it's talking. Mmmmm. I will my phone to stop ringing. I don't want to get out of bed yet. Look outside! It's grey and rainy. Who would want to get out of bed?
"Yes?" I groan, waving a white flag.
"Hi, I hope I didn't wake you up." I bolt upright, so glad I picked up the phone.
"Oh, I was in the shower when my phone started ringing," I force a little laugh.
"I'm going to town in a while. Would you like to have breakfast?" There was a little bit of hesitation in the voice. "I mean, your house was on the way so..." I could imagine a blush coloring already pink cheeks.
"I'd love to!"
"Great, great! I'll see you in about ten minutes? I'm kinda on the road already..."
"Oh that's cool! No problem. See you in ten!"
I throw the blanket off me and rush into the shower. I hear Mrs. Barter cursing her peony wrecker. I feel the cold water jolt me to my senses. I smell the damp grass from outside, a sign that the rain is resting on its little green blades. I look out my bathroom window and see that while it is still grey outside, a little sunlight has cut through the clouds. I widen my eyes and smile.
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This is how my rainy mornings go. What are your rainy mornings like? What's your story?
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Thanks for the invite. I like your writing too - its easy and personable. When I read, I like to to feel personality and thats what your writing has.
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