A Morning to Reminisce

Grandma Stella enjoys a quiet morning in her cozy room with her pets, finding solace in the peaceful classical music playing on the radio and contemplating taking a nap after her cup of tea.

It is still and dark outside. Most of the world is still asleep. The curtains at the slightly open window gently flutter in the breeze. There is a slight chill in the air. The radio plays soothing classical music.

A plane drones in the sky, disturbing the peacefulness of the still-sleeping population. I sit at the tired pink armchair, rocking gently. Picasso lies at my feet, opening his eyes once in a while to see if I would consider vacating my seat and allowing him to use it instead. Ebony is curled into a tiny ball on my bed, in deep slumber.

Looking at them, my eyelids grow heavy. “Why don’t I do that? I have had my cup of tea,” I think to myself. That always has a way to relax me. Yes, that is just what I’ll do.