4:59am
She creeps past the door behind which the sound machine gently roars
She silently descends the dusty staircase in the dark
She steps over the train tracks, the monster trucks, and the baby dolls
until she finally reaches the coffee pot
5:02am
She clutches the mug from the pottery stand from that trip so long ago
She breathes in the aroma of steaming coffee, burns her tongue, and tries to remember
how long it must have been since she got to drink it while it was still a little too hot?
5:04am
She sits and slowly sinks into the peanut butter smeared cushions
She pulls a blanket up over her sweatpants that were clean three days ago
and settles into the corner that used to be her favorite
before the toddler decided it was the best place to store the cheerios
5:05am
She grabs the remote but doesn't turn the TV on
because that would ruin everything.
5:06am
It was nice while it lasted.
About the Creator
Donna Renee
Hi! Thanks for reading! My hobbies include making coffee, drinking coffee, and starting to write a story and then rage-deleting it when I get the slightest bit frustrated.
Work in Progress: WOWH, cozy mystery (paranormal elements)
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Comments (13)
Thanks for the memories- and the nightmares... 😉
This could only be written by a mother. The struggle and joy is real. LOL!!!
I loved that. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been woken up by my six year old asking me if its up time yet😂
I am an early bird myself , so I can relate
Love your style. I am right there on this morning wake-up journey. Those moments as self only are spiritual.
OMGOSH! I totally feel this! Love it! I have subscribed. :)
I felt this more and more as it progressed. And you gotta love the peanut butter smeared cushions. Hope you get a solid ten minutes next time solitude calls.
You nailed this. A clever way of presenting a moment of life.
Omg! This is just mesmerizing in its accuracy and sweet depiction of beautiful chaos. :) I agree with Paul - I really love how you included the time shots :)
A lovely moment
As the parent that did the nighttime feeds for my children...I can relate to this. I am not sure any mother would deny that it is like this though! Beautifully expressed and vivid descriptions. I loved the timestamps and then how it all wrapped up. You have a new subscriber!
I guess this is what motherhood is like. Very beautifully written! I loved it!
What a refreshing snapshot of life.