Quiet Mornings


When I was little I would wake up early on weekend mornings with my sister and we would climb in to the cardboard box “car” we made along with our comforters and sit inches in front of the tiny black and white television to watch public programming television. This morning as I woke up at 6:30am I lay in this messy bed with cartoons flickering and I remembered how much fun we used to have despite not having all of the fancy toys that kids have these days. I don’t think anyone had even thought of cell phones even then and we both grew up knowing that we couldn’t afford x and y and so we made do with what we had and we were happy. Those simple pleasures sometimes get lost in the comings and goings of general every day life but on mornings like this, when it’s quiet and I’m trying not to make too much noise so that I don’t wake Buzz, I remember how my sister and I would imagine ourselves in to a comfortable and fun place every weekend morning as we giggled in the secrecy of our shared bedroom.

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