It’s that moment again.
You pop one eye open to see why the alarm clock didn’t ring.
Then you realise it’s a weekend.
The morning calls for prayers from the mosques echo in the
valley as birds twitter behind the windows looking for food.
Your husband has pulled away the blanket and rolled himself up
into a handsome burrito.
In the kitchen, you can hear the oven ping as your daughter
fixes her own breakfast. She loves to be up early. On weekends.
The cats jump onto the door handle and make the bells on the inside
jingle to remind you to feed them.
It’s time for yoga. Time to get up and about and enjoy the day
that is gifted to you.
Yet, you linger in bed, luxuriating in the feeling that you
may choose not to get up.
You close your eyes again and try to sleep but your mind is
already distracted.
So you get up ... five minutes after your usual time.
