The hour was fairly early, but early enough that the room was still faintly dark. The table was clean with its chairs neatly standing tall and still around it. The counter top was empty, except for the vase of roses in the middle. The tile was cold. The blinds were shut tight. The sink was softly and slowly dripping. The air was still and the house was quiet. Too quiet.
Delicate footsteps were heard, creeping down the stairs and into the room. The blinds were opened and small, beautiful rays of sunlight instantly flowed into and illuminated the room.
Cupboards, pantry doors, and drawers were opened and shut. Mixing bowls, spatulas, and other utensils were retrieved. The fridge poured out its icy air as milk and eggs were gathered.
The counter top was busy now with a variety of colorful bowls and ingredients. The soft noises of the mixer was gentle, but broke the complete silence. The aroma of the ingredients began to fill the air as heat was applied to the combined mixture.
Curious other footsteps began to tiptoe down the stairs and into the room. Quiet whispers filled the room. Helpers were enlisted. The table was arranged simply, but with care. Plates, napkins, cups and forks were set. Mixing bowls and other utensils that were used and finished with were rinsed and loaded into the dishwasher.
It was ready.
Eager plates were lined up and were served a warm, square-shaped, and delicious smelling morning meal. The chairs were pulled out and sat in. Powdered sugar, syrup, and fruit was applied and consumed. Content conversation was made, grattitude was expressed.
All were satisfied.
The table was cleared and washed from its sticky state. Chairs were pushed in neatly and resumed standing tall and still around the table. The counter top was cleared and washed as well, and other dishes and sticky forks were added to the dishwasher. The tile was swept from crums under and around the table, and the sink stopped dripping.
All was left as it was before. Except the light that now completely filled and warmed the room. Nothing much, except a special memory of breakfast together.
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