Early Morning Muffin
I awake aware of diminishing brown noise, followed quickly by its complete absence. I turn towards my desk, trying to read the three bright digital numbers atop it. As usual, it reads 6:30, which tells me today I must have school. A minute or two regularly pass before I remember that time still denies snoozing requests. I arise and stumble down a dark hallway, drawn to the kitchen. I make a stop by the living room only to retrieve a large turquoise blanket. With a texture as soft as the fur on our cats, our living room will certainly miss it.
