Calm Mornings

How she loved these mornings. She hadn't set an alarm and had allowed herself to wake up when the sun did. She stretched and made an attempt to get up but intentionally fell back into bed. She snuggled up with her duvet and appreciated the soft fabric against her skin. She was as toasty as a bun but he stomach rumbled and she knew she had to get up to satisfy her hunger. The sun was shining warmly and she put the duvet aside and stood up and stretched her arms high up. A yawn snuck up on her as she put on her rope. In the kitchen she put on the kettle and found her oats and French press. She pressed her little speaker and put on her calm morning playlist as the water started boiling and the oats became porridge in the pot. She sniffed her grounded coffee beans before she poured some into the French press. Nobody was home this weekend and she had no plans all day. The plans were gonna come, they usually stood right outside her door falling over each other. But for just a couple of hours, it was just her, too much coffee for one person, a hearty breakfast and the sunshine and sweet music.