BECAUSE THIS MORNING IS SWELL...


A small break from my hiatus because I can't help sharing this morning with you.

I woke up at will, without the pesky alarm clock shattering my eardrums. It wasn't really late but later, much later, than the usual. The curtains haven't been drawn back so no light was filtering into the room, and the low, lazy hum of the ac made me want to stay in bed a little longer, albeit wide awake... with our puffy blanket drawn up all the way to my chin, and Papa's arms carelessly draped across my waist, still in the realm of sleep's peaceful abandon.

It's almost 11 am now. Papa has gone biking all the way to the beach and back. The sun is up but there's a quiet breeze rustling the leaves of the trees outside and of my humbly potted houseplants. It's cool and pleasant. Papa's in the kitchen cooking brunch, calling home while he's at it, and I'm folding the laundry, sniffing their clean freshness as I pick up each piece of clothing. On the background, our mp3 is playing 'Holiday' by Nazareth and every so often, Papa's cooking is wafting into the hall from the kitchen.

Tonight, I will set the pesky alarm clock again, and tomorrow, it will frantically urge me to get up and set Papa off to work. Another week in the grind.

But that's not till tomorrow. Today, right now, in our hearthless home, I am warmed by this bliss, and I got a smile on my lips.

It's almost an indulgence.