peace of morning
Walking through the dark, there is a chill that sets deep into the bones. Moving quietly through the dark, sleep still hanging thick over the house. Sleeping entities all around, as the quiet sets a blanket muffling all sound. Quiet. Passing the portal of each dream capsule, slow breathing and calmness spreads. Each is safe and dreaming. My family, safe and comfortable and dreaming. Sleeping.
Climbing the stairs slowly, up into the land of windows and dim sunlight, as it peeks timidly over the trees, hesitant and seemingly lasting forever, suspended in the uppermost branches, a pink flush crossing night clouds, starting the melting away of the chill.
Hot, strong aroma of coffee greets the nostrils with comfortable roast in the stomach as the caffeine tingles the senses. The heat returns to your fingers slowly, blessing the joints with returned mobility through the ceramics. A brief pause at the top of the stairs to look out at the sun, which has become bolder, stepping out into the world for another morning. I wish I were as bold as he. I watch the dim silhouette proceed me down the stairs into the darkness.
When I come back up the stairs, the sleeping entities will have been jostled from their comfort into full speed panicky run to succeed, stress will evaporate the thick veil of silence. No flaw will be hidden. The sun will expose all threats to the safety of our dreams.
But I will have had the peace of the morning.