Saturday Morning

My eyes blink open and I rub the sleep away. The walls of my room are revealed bit by bit. The midday sun is softened by the closed blinds. My internal clock decided to give me a few more hours of sleep, for that I am grateful. I open my mouth to let out a big yawn as I stretch my arms. I roll over to my left side and snuggle deeper under the covers. I settle into the warmth and comfort my bed provides. 

This is one of my favorite parts of the week because it is my only day to sleep in so I take full advantage of it. I remain swaddled in my comforter for another half hour, not worrying about anything. No questions or concerns enter my mind. I close my eyes again and let myself just be. Thoughts pass through my head like visitors, just enjoying the scenery. I do not pay much attention to them, but instead let them wander around and leave when they are done. I soak in the complete sense of calmness. The muffled sounds of my family talking in the kitchen drift under the crack of my closed door. If I take a deep breath, I can smell the faint scent of pancakes and bacon that my family is enjoying.

I let those sounds fade to the background. The only thing I need to focus on right now is chasing that feeling of sleep that is right behind my closed eyelids. Surrounded by the warmth of my bed, I hear the door creak open slightly and turn to see my cat slowly padding her way over to me. She gracefully jumps up and curls herself into a ball at the foot of my bed. I smile again and my heart warms up.

I fall back asleep again and only return when I feel my cat jump off my bed. I watch her leave and take that as my cue to get up as well. I slip my feet into my house shoes and pull on my bathrobe and go out to join my family. As soon as I walk into the kitchen, the smell of breakfast foods washes over me like a wave. I hug my bathrobe tighter around me. My family all smile and say good morning, giving meaningful glances at the clock. But I just give them hugs and say good morning back. They resume their earlier conversation as I sit down. I grab some hot pancakes and douse them in syrup. Yumm. This is the life.