Solitude

Sunday Mornings

I'm usually not a morning person. I don't like waking up to have to start my day early and interact with all these people before 9 am. It's personally too much for me. I'd rather be sleeping. It goes like this for most months or weeks sometimes until I get that special Sunday Morning.

I wake up, groggy and still sleepy to the sound of music. It varies every time this special Sunday comes around. Sometimes it's a One Direction, Katy Perry or Demi Lovato song coming from the Bluetooth speaker downstairs in the kitchen. I bought it for my mother for Mother's Day because her last one had broke. Sometimes it's by artists she likes like Bon Jovi, Tim McGraw. And she's always singing. I know it's time to get up because she normally keeps quiet until after 10 am on the weekends.

When she's playing the music on her speaker, she's normally cooking too. Sometimes it's the smell of bacon sizzling that comes up the stairs to wake me or the sound of our old kettle boiling.

When I get downstairs, she's happy to see me. Happy to have someone to talk to because she's been awake for hours and she wants to dance. She doesn't care that I've just woke up and I need some tea in me, she's just ready to bring on the day.

I'm normally not a morning person but seeing my mom cooking, singing and dancing on a Sunday morning, makes the rest of the day better for me.