Morning haze and the smell of rain wake me today. I look outside my window, wishing I had something to look forward too. Louie comes into my room, meowing as he approaches. He jumps onto my bed and purrs ever so slightly. He is the only one I live for; He will never leave my side.
I sigh, slowly getting up and start doing my morning routine which consists of:
1. Fix bed
2. Give Louie his breakfast
3. Brush teeth
4. Change clothes
5. Prepare usual coffee
6. Start up laptop and update blog
For the past ten months, this has been my life. Of course, I would go to the store occasionally. What surprises my fellow bloggers is that my only meal is my morning coffee; Nothing else. I've grown used to it and to my figure. I'm 5'4" and I weigh 94 lbs. Crazy? I think not.
How I am now makes me feel stronger than ever. I feel as if I am flying, soaring higher than any bird, and I feel safe in this isolated home of mine. I may live in busiest part of Los Angeles, but I am alone in this crowd. The only one that is fully knowledgeable of my plain world is Louie. I found him not so long ago laying on my bedroom window. Every Monday and Friday, I would find him laying there. In the end, I let him in and he accepted me fully.
Beep!
My coffee maker calls for my attention. I have never skipped my morning coffee, it's that important. As I add the finishing touches to my coffee, Louie makes his presence known by dragging my sweater to my feet.
"Such a good cat, aren't you Lou-bear?"
Even if I whisper, he hears me and responds with a soft meow. I smile at his innocence.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were once a human."
Leaving him to his cat toys, I settle on the couch and open to my blog page. I see all these notifications and messages and respond to them quickly. This takes me about twenty minutes but I get it all done. I think about my morning, searching for today's topic. As I take a sip of the abstract liquid, an idea pops up. Setting the drink down, I begin my post; Letting each word flow out gracefully.
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March 24, 2013
I image myself walking into the café of life, sliding into the farthest seat from humanity, and watching my waiter come to me. He'll ask for my order and I'll say, “A dark coffee with a side of dreams please.”
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