I wake up startled; my alarm has gone off, and I haven’t needed my alarm for a week. Oh, shit, I think, as I scramble to turn it off and get out of bed. I’ve gotten accustomed to leaving that extra bit early, and I direly need a shower. Should I skip my pushups this morning?
You know better, Little Bird. Slowly, proper form.
I sigh, drop into form, and do my five modified pushups. Rising, I flip on the bathroom light, grab my facewash and toothbrush, wrap myself in a towel, and book it towards the other (working) shower.
Mumblz is in the bathroom. I scream internally, ducking back into the bedroom to pull clothes while I’m waiting.
The bathroom is free; I get into the shower and get moving. Brush teeth, wash face, shampoo –
You didn’t do that properly. Do that again, slower.
I take a breath. Yes, Sir. Mindfulness. Shampoo again, conditioner, quick suds. The water is getting cold, and I speed up.
There’s no rush.
But the water is cold! You’re enjoying this.
I feel Him smile. I’m not rushing you.
I rinse quickly, dry off, wrap up, rush to the bedroom. Kit is up, and I head for our bathroom to brush and braid my hair. Right side. And red.
I wince; I am not up to wearing that bra today. Blue, please?
I see Him nod. Heels.
I sigh in resignation, braid my hair carefully, put on His necklace, and pull on my clothes, mentioning to Kit that “He’s chatty this morning.” I get the news that it’s foggy outside, and my Siblings are out. I dig for barrettes as I try to figure out what to grab for lunch in the little time I have left and how much candy (gifted to me by Mugwump after his trick-or-treating) to take to work.
Remember to take Me with you. I grab the green stone heart from my altar. You can buy today, if you’re clever about it. And two pieces of candy.
I’m petulant this morning. Just two? I look at the pile.
Just two.
I pick two. Can I take a sucker?
Just two.
I pout, but put my two pieces in my bag, grab my coat and two apples for breakfast, and wake the Mugwump while Kit finishes collecting his things. I still feel Him with me as I walk into the foggy morning.
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