The morning song.

I woke up this morning to my alarm whining at 8:30AM, threw an arm at it, and slept for another hour.  At 9:30AM, I finally opened my eyes and sluggishly observed a dewy breeze coming from the window at the head of my bed, and a buttery maple walnut scent, a distant leftover from last night’s burning martha stewart jar candle.  Ah martha stewart, you do me well.  Then I dug myself deeper into my beloved korean mink blanket and bicycled in my bed for the next 5 minutes, right up until Hazel, to my surprise, leaped gracefully onto my hip.  I say surprise because I keep her gated in her corner during the nights to limit her nightly misdeeds.  And this is a pretty heavy duty plastic, meant-for-dogs kind of gate.  How did she get out? My suspicions are confirmed- there is a meticulously tattered and convenient hole she’s bitten through, one that she’s been artfully working on for the past month of her shackled life, and today is liberation day.  Oh Hazel, what will I do with you and your little mischevious heart?

So she proceeds to do what she always does when she sees me laying in my bed- she digs her snout insistently underneath my palm and waits, for about 4 seconds, after which she decides she will nip me gently, as if to say “c’mon, get a move on, i have the patience of a peanut”.  Now I am usually pretty mean to her and intolerant towards this behavior, because well, I can be because I am much bigger than her. But today, instead of my usual shove that will get Hazel flying off my bed and my nose block that will keep her from flying back, I thought to myself, ‘you know, you’re actually kinda cute today’.  So here we were, my hand forgivingly rubbing Hazel’s head and Hazel, eyes half closed, paralyzed in quiet, lazy bliss- a peaceful and satisfying morning. 

Mornings often set the tone for the rest of the day for me.  And so it occurred to me- I should get married soon. I’d wake up every morning to a face, a smell, a warmth I adore and there is my perfect day, everyday. Of course until we get out of bed, at which time I will remember that he is a male, and I am better off alone in my independent, emotional bondage-free, clear-thinking world. More cheerios for me, anyway.

Today, I think I’ll have a good day.

A Good Day (Morning Song)  - Priscilla Ahn

Morning
Sunrise
Open my eyes

And I can tell it’s gonna be a good day
I can tell it’s gonna be a good day

Did you sleep well?
Did you dream at all?
Can you tell me the time?
On the alarm clock

I can tell it’s gonna be a good day
I can tell it’s gonna be a good day

But you can sleep in
You just keep dreamin’
For us

I can tell it’s gonna be a good day
I can tell it’s gonna be a good day