morning
With the customary shout out to
for supplying the prompt, I’d like to present you with a cozy little micro on this fine Sunday morn (I’m writing this days in advance so forgive if it’s not so fine a morn after all). I opted to tell a non-fiction story for the first time (which I stretched to 200-words). So that’s fun. I read Miguel’s story—which you can read here—while drinking my first cup of morning coffee and by the time I was onto my second, my own pen was already dashing across the page.Enjoy this tiny glimpse behind the curtain; a taste, if you will, of my (idealized) morning routine.
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morning
The cat sits by the open window, watching attentively as squirrels scamper amidst the gnarled limbs of the trees below. I wonder if she knows that most cats don’t have the luxury of a tenth-storey view and decide that she wouldn’t care even if she did.
“What do you see, Kitty?”
She bubbles in response and blinks at me slowly, stretching her body towards me, eager to find any point of resistance against which she can press herself. I wrap my hands around her shoulders and bury my face in her fur. She bubbles again.
Outside, the sound of traffic sliding by on slick city streets fades into the background. Somewhere a horn blares, but my focus is on what’s in front of me—pen, open notebook, wafting coffee, kitty cat—and, Muse willing, whatever show is about to start playing in the theatre of my mind. Whole worlds exist there. Some real, some not. But all true in their own way. Vast kingdoms and strange lands. A place where strangers I’ve never met mingle amidst the most familiar faces. A true kaleidoscope of possibility.
I take a deep breath, exhale, and dive right in.
Welcome to my morning.
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To me, this is paradise!
Brilliant! I could imagine this scenario with ease.