morning moments

stretch and wriggle. shake off sleep and let new creaky morning energy reach all your limbs.

open your mouth and yawn. make noise, you've been quiet for 8 hours. yell as you stretch. let loose whatever morning noises are in your throat. YAWP.

open the blinds and let the fucking light in. Grab the string, bend your knees and pull em up. WOOOSHHH.
 
pad around in bare feet and no pants. laugh at your bed hair and then remember its what it looks like all the time anyway.

Dad comes running down the stairs because he slept through his alarm and the news has started without him. Dad is the ultimate morning noise maker. he holds his hands together above his head, leans back and yells 'DOO BEE DOO BEE DOOOO'

John comes stumbling out of his room, unfolds his lanky body and hits the ceiling with his hands. He has the most priceless bewildered expression, sleep is creased into his face and he looks around blinking.

Mum floats around like a fluffy whirwind. fluffy dressing gown, fluffy slippers, fluffy hair. She tries to organise everyone's days and lives from her porridge bowl

morning time is family time. greet eachother in silly voices. sing and shout. dad finishes all the coffee. he blames it on the dog. he sings the 'naughty teddy' song.

sit with dad as he puts his shoes on in front of the news. the morning news reader is a milf, and is wearing polkadots and new sunglasses. yell at the tv 'VIRGINA YOU MILF'

wait for your black coffee to be perfect drinking temperature. Get too excited and slurp away anyway.

cook oats on the stove. grate apples. peel oranges, break pecans in half between your fingers, shake cinnamon.

go outside and feel the dirt between your toes as you pick parsley and lemons from the garden like a garden fairy.