The Miracles of Early Mornings

I love early mornings because you can makes experiences you wouldn’t if you get up too late. It’s 5:00 a.m. when the alarm’s shouting at me: “GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!” -This new bed is too high to just roll out softly, I miss the edge and -like at least once a week- fall with a loud crash. Yeah, the wooden planks still ARE hard. This morning it’s the left elbow. Could be worse. “GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!” Finally I find the little switch, SILENCE. -The water, coming out of the pipe, takes a long while to finally get warm. It switches from hurting ice cold to burning hot into a second. I never get it right. I tumble out to the kitchen, put on the coffee machine, it chuckles at me. It worked yesterday. There must be laws that allowe some coffee machines to work only three times a week. We got one of them. Ok, black tea will rescue me. The water heater is doing a good job, it heats up with a strange crackling noise. No water in it. No problem. Next is to put on the notebook to do another blog for my homework. The title is “The Miracles of Early Mornings”. The tea smells a little like dried cat’s pooh, I burn my tongue and throat as I check my schedule at the timer, noticing it’s -Sunday. --- Twelve steps to my warm, soft bed.