I wake up feeling the same way I felt as I went to bed: just as worried I won’t finish that Maths homework, the revision tasks for Statistics, the English essay and that I will (of course) fail the whole year.
“Coffee” I hear myself mutter. The situation is bad.
I crawl out of bed (literally), stretch out like a cat, get up lazily and open the window.
Outside; chaos. Dee-dee barks, squeels and meows under my window. Frankly, I am sure she would even bleat if she could. Anything for food. A train passes by and the birds shriek at each other. Marvelous.
I somehow stumble downstairs, philosophising whether I should first do my English essay or my Statistics tasks. I get to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of coffee, feed the dog and take a long sip from the cup. I lift my eyes to the window and finally, I see. Outside is the sky.
It’s a sky like I haven’t seen in ages. A sky that is filled with azures, turquoises and blues. A sky completed by swooshed clouds hanging gently over the brilliant background. And there is light. A fresh, healthy light.
The sound of a dove cooing floats in through the cracked window. I am no longer in the UK. I am a three year old girl walking with her grandma through the park near our apartment. A dove coos somewhere in a bush.
“A dove” my grandma tells me.
I coo back, laughing. Above us is a bright, spring sky stretching out to the horizon.
“Who cares about homework!”
I put the coffee down, put my jacket and my boots on and get out. Yes, I am still wearing my pyjamas.
If this morning would be a:
-smell; then it would be the perfume “Un jardin sur le Nile” by Hérmes
– a sound; then it would be Beethoven’s 5 Secrets by Piano Guys
-a taste; then it would be a fruit salad made with mangoes, blueberries and raspberries
-an image; then it would be the sea at Costinesti at 8 am