I’m a night owl and have been ever since I was a kid. I loved to go to bed as a child, but not to sleep. I would snuggle under my covers and make up stories for hours. In the morning, I’d wake up exhausted. I kept a bunch of pillows by my bed and would put them behind my back, one at a time, until I was finally in a sitting position and my head had cleared. It made getting up easier for me. Now I’m a grown up and when I open my eyes in the morning, I’m filled with delight that I’ve been given another day. That helps me ignore my grogginess as I get up. I’ve substituted gratitude for my stack of pillows. I don’t want to waste a precious second of the rest of my life.
How about you? What personal story does the word “morning” conjure up for you?
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve been contributing. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
▪ Avoid offensive language.
Have a good weekend, everyone!