Here is the best way to describe my perfect morning. Saturday, around 8:20, I wake up to a dim room, curled beneath the down of my blanket. The weather, slightly cloudy with the stage set for rain, sets the mood for the day: peaceful and constant. I spend the morning either locked away in a book, whispering a story in my head or simple watch constellations form on my ceiling. Whatever I choose to do, it involves being still.
After a quiet time in my room, I'll venture downstairs and eat last nights dinner for breakfast. Favorite options? Chinese food or pasta. Sometimes, if I'm feeling boring, I'll just drink Earl Grey and eat some toast. Then I flip on the TV and watch the Barefoot Contessa or Giada De Laurentiis making some high class food that later inspires my lunch.
I have a thing for good mornings. There are a hard thing to find, usually because our lives start out with mornings choked by the events of the upcoming day. But if all we have for is two minutes before our day to sit and think in silence, cease upon this opportunity.
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