I wake up for my Morning prayers.
Tiptoeing all the way.
I try to be as light as a feather.
I fear my doings shall awaken my little Angel.
All done. I can sleep again.
Today is Saturday. 6.45am.
I smile and eternally thank God.
Then I unlock my phone, surf until 6.59am.
I put it aside and gently close my eyes, for the morning has been good.
*BEEEEEP. BEEEEEEP. BEEEEEP*
“MUMMA, ITS GOOD MORNING TIMING…”
No crime scene is perfect.
I forgot about the 7am alarm for the weekdays and the weekends.
Now I sit wide awake with my ANGEL, while the house snores in glory.