Mornings are full of experiences and occurrences.
I woke up one morning to find my younger brother still awake, using his laptop and having his earphones plugged in. As I gnawed on my bread, he was humming Time to say Goodbye.
I used to hate it when my family members wake up at the same time I do, simply because I wanted time to myself to ease into the day, to zone out while making coffee and to slowly flip through the papers. It's okay now thou. I get to hear my brother hum. I still like moving in and out of the master bedroom when my parents are asleep. There's such a look of vulnerability on their faces. They're unguarded.
My apartment block is located right before a primary school. Depending on how early I wake up, sometimes, when I'm on the toilet bowl trying to defecate, I hear the prefects ushering the school kids past the gate. Recently, there has been one voice that particularly stands out. It varies from sounding exceedingly frustrated to overwhelmingly bored. Just jumping between the two. "Hurry up!" "Hurry up..."
Sometimes I wonder about waking up in the morning next to you
