Yesterday morning I had an early but lovely awakening in my bed.
It did start rather abruptly though.
I awoke to the sound of something hitting the window, hard. Within in instant, I saw that the sun was already up, and that my cat, sleeping on the pillow beside me heard something too. I ran to the window, and confirmed that my immediate impression was right. A robin had hit the window, and was thankfully flying away.
It was not even 6 in the morning yet, and my alarm was set for 7:15. I had the best day shift, beginning at 9 with no signover, and a train that took less than half an hour to get me there. I lay back and tried to fall back asleep. I felt rested, actually, but the last hour is sometimes the sweetest. Indeed it was, but not because I was sleeping.
After a little while, sleep was still eluding me, and I picked up my phone. It had a message for me. The book my daughter's English class was reading was now available for me to read on Libby, an e-reader linked to my library card. She had forgotten her book a school, and had received a message that she was meant to finish reading it for Tuesday. That was 6 days ago. With a ped day, alternating school days, a weekend and a strike, she had
My teen came up sleepily as if on command, and curled up on my feet in my bed. She can usually sleep in very easily, and no longer asks for sleepovers, so it was a nice moment for me. I was awake for the day now, but that didn't mean I had to get up yet!
After a few wiggles, I offered her the book to read, when I finally had to get up to get ready. She was finished by the time I was ready, and I had a cozy memory to travel with me for the day.