It was the second day of summer. My wife and I were up early. We were sitting on our sun porch drinking coffee and waking up. My wife was sitting in an overstuffed chair wearing her comfy bathrobe. Our cats ambled about. The early glow of the morning sun filled the room with a golden light.
“You don’t look as bad as I feel I look,” she said.
I sensed there was a compliment in there but I wasn’t quite sure. In the tranquility of the golden dawn, I played it safe. Discretion is the better part of morning I recalled.
“Thanks, honey! Would you like more coffee!?!?!”
copyright 2019 Christopher Donahue