Theres something about silk... The way it clings to every curve, swirls around when you walk, much like an ocean captivated. Purr. Tis a sunday. My sunday. Mornings with bleak sunlight filtering through the windows are the best. Flutter your eyes open, blink a few times in the sunlight and pet the sleeping cat who has managed to crawl under your nightwear for warmth, while you slept. Smile a little. Lie quietly. Think of what this day has in store for you. Theres a space beside you that seems empty each night, where your arm lies. Tis cold. Up you get, yawning, stretching, tugging on the curtains. Slide off the bed and make your way to the bathroom. A hot shower in the mornings feel so good. Sure, its sunny, but still cold. Perfect. Pad out to the kitchen, leaving puddles wherever you go for your feline friend to avoid, or play in, or drink from. Who needs a towel when nobody's awake? You have to love the kitchen. Constantly warm, sunlight pooling in places, heating you over before you catch a cold. Spend a while at the window. Leftovers for the birds. Turn to the stove and while thinking what to make for breakfast, scratch the now-purring cat behind its ears. Toast. Into the toaster, then. Scones, perfect. Into the oven. The rest are to be fried. Silly kitty, you can't climb into every cabinet I open! Watch the oil, it spits at times. Bacon, Eggs, Sausages, the works. Plates, plates..Ah yes. Watch the scones! Wheres the butter? Pour the orange juice! Hectic yet peaceful mornings. When everything's on the table, get yourself a plate...and put it back down. Fill the cat's dishes. Stop, think, fill up another plate and tiptoe into the bedroom for breakfast in bed. Wake up, wake up with a kiss and a purr or two. If that won't work, snatch the blanket away. Its warmer than no towel, so wrap that around yourself instead and laugh right out of the room. Back to where we were...Take your plate out to the balcony, On the rocking chairs. Dream. Breakfasts like this in an open, airy patio with a sea-breeze, a blue sky and deep sea. The world hasn't woken, tis just you and me. I love my mornings.
posted by: rinna (reply)
post date: 02.19.05 (11:15 pm)
sunday mornings, i'm at work. i'm glad you have the time to spoil yourself, even if it is just for one day each week.
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 02.19.05 (11:16 pm)
Reply to: rinna
*smile* *hug* one day, some day.
posted by: trivedi (reply)
post date: 02.19.05 (11:39 pm)
gave you few hugs.....bahut mushkil say cntl kiye otherwise i was just going on
posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 02.20.05 (2:07 am)
*dangles a piece of bacon infront of u.... pull away as u snap at it... watch u grab hiz hand n move it towards ure mouth... snap... including hiz finger tip*
*smile*
*move da chair n hug*
*watch da sun reflecting on sea with all its glory*
*hugz closer*
mornings =)
to come.
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 02.20.05 (2:52 am)
Reply to: trivedi
hehe.thankyou :)mushkil? kyun?
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 02.20.05 (2:59 am)
Reply to: newbie
*bite* You'd taunt me with bacon!? *flabbergasted*
posted by: Dariana (reply)
post date: 02.20.05 (6:39 am)
Just to let you know, I have been thinking about you! :-)
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 02.20.05 (12:58 pm)
Reply to: Dariana
*hug* Me too! have a gorgeous day!
