WRITING PROMPT: Recall a special morning and give us the details.
Specific special mornings are hard to pinpoint for me because I luxuriate in mornings, generally speaking.
The morning I had my first day of first grade was special, nerve-wracking, sweaty palmed and fretful.
The morning I started 3rd grade at a brand new school in a brand new state was that same set of frets but three times worse. Going up in grade levels meant going up in cortisol levels too, but I didn’t realize it then. Cortisol was just the feeling of dread and wanting to be dead or stay in bed, but instead…it was off to school, where I was reminded I wasn’t cool, and yet I’d return day after day like a hapless fool.
The morning I graduated high school was special because I was so ready to leave the indoctrination system behind for the freedom that I was sure I’d find on the other side of report cards and school yards and administrative blowhards.
Christmas mornings were special, and Easter mornings too, but less so because candy can’t replace piles of presents. Compared to my plastic superhero Hall of Justice candy corn are basically peasants.
Mornings when I nail my routine are especially satisfying
Or when my lover woke me up with a blowjob it was gratifying
Mornings when I could spend longer in the shower
Or mornings when I woke up remembering I’m made of power
Special mornings are little gifts, waking me up without warnings to remind me that this next bit of time unfolding is just as sacred as the holidays, or the intimacy with a lover or the running late with a pit in my stomach. It is all sacred, the AM, the PM, when someone unexpected slides into my DM.
The details of special mornings blend together, and gather into a special life.
