Early morning

Having felt exhausted yesterday I popped off to bed and to sleep quite early (for me), with the consequence of waking somewhat earlier than usual, but without that dreaded feeling of “I haven’t slept enough”. I pottered off to the kitchen and made myself some coffee and a special treat – a slice of toast with marmalade.

The toast and marmalade hold happy memories for me. A lover and I who had this every morning when we were together, regardless of where we were.  Something simple, but now that he is dead it is oddly one thing that always seems to make me feel he is near.

I often wonder at people’s odd little quirks and wonder if they have a similar hidden impetus.

19 thoughts on “Early morning

  1. Oh, Sidey!
    I could write a poem about early mornings – perhaps I will!
    I have loved the quiet of the early morning since I was young.
    I’ll think about that, and maybe it will bear fruit soon.

  2. The quirkiest falls under ‘never share’. The rest the same as everyone else I suspect or just plain boring as all hell.

      1. The question mark surprised me.

        I would hope so. We’d be pitifully boring if we all knew every thing about someone else.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s