LIFE
A Morning Reflection
Others take cream, I take my coffee with crime
It’s Sunday, 6.20am. The only sound that can be heard is the whirring from the air conditioning in my room. I’m tucked underneath my duvet, my feet rubbing against a faux fur throw. The touch feels heavenly. I’ve had one round of coffee, a morning indulgent, and I’m conveniently ignoring my To-Do list. It’s Sunday, I tell myself, it’s about comfort and joy. It’s about taking it slow and easy. Everything else can wait.
Outside on the balcony, a recently finished oil painting is aired and set against a wall for ventilation. That’s one mission accomplished for the weekend. Can’t say I did nothing.
My mind however, is hungry. It stirs itself awake in the stillness of the morning. Restless to gnaw on something substantial, like a feisty sewer rat. There are days when Medium isn’t enough. The stories are too light or too trite for my liking. You want freshly squeezed orange juice not “concentrate” from a Tetra Pak carton. You want freshly brewed coffee over instant Nescafe. I won’t easily settle for a mild brew of restlessness.
There’s a doctorate chapter I’m supposed to work on. But that’s too bitter a bite. I want my foot on the pedal revving up the engine of my mental Maserati, but enough for a purr. Let’s not go crazy. I…
