That moment when…

That moment when…

My eyes pop open and I realize it’s still really dark.

That moment when…

I grope for my phone to check the time.

That moment when …

I realize it’s 5:30,  a full hour before my alarm.

That moment when…

I debate. Get up now and enjoy an hour of solitute or roll over and doze another hour.

That moment when…

I coax myself out of bed and into my slippers.

That moment when…

I stumble down the hall and into the kitchen.

That moment when…

I flick on the first morning light and illuminate the stove.

That moment when…

the French pressed coffee, dark and muddy, pours into my cup.

That moment when…

I curl up in the big leather chair and take my first sip of coffee breathing in the comforting aroma

That moment when…

the dog comes out to lie down next to my chair affirming my choice this morning.

That moment when…

I open Brown Girl Dreaming to the page I bookmarked – page 88 and continue to get lost again.

That moment when…

The clock reads 6:40 and it’s time to wake the family.

That moment when…

I am pleased with my choice to get up early this morning and enjoy the sweet, sweet solitude.

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