I enjoy silent early mornings. My cat is begging for my attention as of right now, nudging my arm, my leg, my shoulder - wherever he can reach, in all honesty. I have a fresh cup of coffee, it’s dark and silent. Just me and my thoughts, for at least another half hour. I can prepare for the world by myself right now, I can ready my thoughts to face the day.
When my guardian wakes up, my coffee will either be cold or gone, and I will be in my room where she can’t see me. I enjoy being solitary in the mornings. The sound of coffee brewing, school buses stopping on my street to pick up silent kids, my own keyboard clacking away. It’s a comfort, this soft silence, the stillness of this morning.
I hope that my day is good, that the rest of it reflects how peaceful and nice this moment is. I have taken my medicine, all that’s left is to get dressed, and brush my teeth. An easy feat, that I will soon accomplish - right after my coffee.