The pitter patter of rain hits the window pane
Rhythmic thumps slam against the old wood
Footsteps sound on the tile floor outside the bedroom door
Darkness disturbed by the glow of the television that lays on but dorment and unused in hours.
Sounds of quiet slumber fill the air
Shaken by the shrill piercing sound of an alarm blaring from the charging cell phone
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he awakens slowly and groggy
Waking from dream induced sleep back to the mundane reality.
Cold taking over his senses as the bed creaks below his weight
Muscles aching from lack of use over the past 8 hours
Fog rises on the glass as the black clouds overtake the grey
Mist and fog fill the day, creating a haze.
Groggily he stumbles out of bed
Hissing as his feet touch tile while exiting his carpeted room
Racing to the bathroom before it's in use once more
Relieving himself and washing his hands, he wanders to the kitchen.
Beginning his routine as he does every Sunday morning
Glancing quickly at the newspaper set on the table to his right
He begins pulling out pans to cook breakfast for the house
Pant leg raised as he itches dry skin while yawning
Sizzling of bacon
Hisses of eggs being poured over heat
Crunching of toast being buttered
And the hum of the newest Top 40 hit on the radio is all that can be heard
Pouring the steaming vanilla scented coffee into the well used ceramic mug
Sitting at the table
Opening the paper
This was his happy place
This was his sanctuary
This was his favorite
Sunday Mornings
Nothing could go wrong
Peaceful, relaxing, content.
Sunday mornings to rest and recharge
To live and enjoy.
The one day a week where nothing is expected of you and where you are free.
Here's to Sunday Mornings!
About the Creator
Katelyn Doner
Just a woman who loves to write, read, and be a filmmaker. I love my New England sports and sports teams. Irish and Italian girl right. Family, friends, and self love are everything to me.
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