Sunlight slowly emerges through the edges of my curtains, a golden awakening.
The air is fresh, not yet breathed. Not yet bothered.
I gather the corners of the blanket and stretch these bones that carry me.
The coffee is steaming, perfectly. Nothing can stop it from doing what it does.
The house, undisturbed. The books, the piano, the couch pillows.
A hush, present in chaos, which slowly grows to a faint hum.
The world is waking up.
The iron is hot now, and the toast is cooked.
The water is running.
The sun sneaks in and illuminates the dust atop the piano.
I stumble over a pair of shoes.
The water is too hot.
There are no more towels.
What’s the temperature out today?
I cut myself shaving.
The second piece of toast burnt.
We’re out of honey.
Dogs bark outside and cars honk.
Traffic stops and police sirens blare as they pass by.
The world is awake…
& so it begins.