All of a sudden the light beamed in from sunrise.
Waking up, 7 AM at your own will is not something that should happen on a Saturday.
But at least it’s a pretty sight.
Raising in her bed, using her thumb to peer through the blinds, a melt of orange and blue waved to her.
Chloe wanted so badly to sleep, but couldn’t find a way to get back to it. 2 AM wasn’t the time to be up and neither was this.
Nevertheless, mom’s going to walk in at some point once 9 AM or so hits… turning on the light… always mentioning how she doesn’t get to relax yet searching for any ounce of busy work on an off day.
I’m happy to spend it with her, even though every other teenager might wail about it.
We’re supposed to go to the market today, and by the time she tries to wake me up I’ll be downstairs eating waffles.
I look in the mirror facing my direction and raise my eyebrow.
“Are you sure you want to get up now?”
I throw on some clothes I randomly grab from my dresser, a pair of light wash jeans and a white t-shirt – green converse to go with it. As far as the hair, I’ll pull it up in a ponytail after I wash it… I don’t normally try so hard with my hair, but today I feel like doing something.
Sure enough, as I make my way down the stairs, no one is to be seen, except the remainder of the sunrise; greeting me and my microwaveable waffles I just pulled from the fridge.
Normally I’d sit in front of the tv, but instead I place myself at the island in the kitchen, scrolling through my phone.
There’s a bunch of pictures from 6 or so hours ago… random quotes the sleepless post, before and after party pics, an odd photo or two of a dog; that one I’m not complaining about.
Making my way back to the fridge, I open it to find the last piece of breakfast – orange juice. Closing it, I find my mom with a puzzled look on her face.
“You’re up?” She asks questioningly.
“Yes…?” I respond back, once again with a raised eyebrow.
“I couldn’t sleep” I add on after.
“But you were up until 3, I thought you would’ve been sleeping in till 11 today.”
“No, that’d be lucky but it wasn’t going to happen” I respond a little sad.
I don’t know where this came from, sleep deprivation, maybe?
“I was going to make pancakes” she says with the spatula in her hand, pointing to the clock and adding “it’s 8:00 AM. You actually got up at 8:00 AM on a Saturday. Are you sure your my child?”
“Yes mom I’m sure” I say with a smile.
“Maybe I’m just excited for today.”
“You should be, I have a lot planned
“ She says as she grabs the mix from a cupboard under the microwave.