Friday, July 16, 2010

Up early

Today I woke up very early.

Not that I ever sleep the morning away. It's just that most often, at whatever hour I wake up, I look at the clock, roll over, and go right back to sleep. I am slow to fully awaken. Kinda like a zombie for the first hour.

But this morning I was fully awake, and very early. It was barely dawn when I turned on the coffee pot.

Catrina was stretching, forward and back, and looked at me as if to say, "What's up with this?" The world used to belong to only her at this hour of the day.

I love the feeling. Kind of like having something nobody else has. At least not all the other sleepy-heads.

I used to do this regularly when my children were small. With my husband still alseep, I'd quietly slip out of bed, peek in on the kids (such angels, asleep), and down the stairs to start the coffee in the almost-eery, for our household, quiet.

I'd sit at the kitchen table, my headquarters for the next hour, and make a list of things to do, write a letter, or just relish my own thoughts. Anything I could do very quietly. I wanted to be selfish for awhile, hold on to the hour or so that belonged only to me.

This feeling comes back to me this morning. My very own time, quite all right not to share with anyone else. I hold on to it.