Saturday Morning

My very favorite kind of day is one that starts lazily. Since classes started (about three weeks ago) there aren't many of these to be found, which, I think,  makes it all the more enjoyable when they do eventually roll around.

At this very moment, I am perched in the corner of my cluttered basement apartment, typing away while slowly sipping black coffee and eating a cookie. The massage chair is undoing the damage from the weird way I slept. The screen door is open to let in some cool air, and I can hear cars splashing in what I assume was last night's rain. It isn't time for lights to be on yet, and the ambient noise-providing fan is blowing towards my still-sleeping boyfriend like it has done all night. And it simply happens all around me; I am totally in the moment, feeling like a voyeur.

The greatest reward on these types of mornings is the elusive second cup of coffee.

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