A Sunday Morning

A Story by babymool

Just a short writing on a Sunday morning.

I woke up to one of those rare after-rain morning with the feeling that I brought together with me to sleep�"hunger.

From the corner of my eyes the clock read 9.35a.m.. Oh no! I'm gonna be late for cell group, I thought. Then I was broadcasting over Whatsapp about how i had fallen asleep with both my iPad and iPhone charging under my pillow, after which I came to realization that it wasn't '9.35' that I saw, but '6.45'!

Usually I would have gone back to sleep again, but at the moment, the hunger was a bit extreme, plus I needed to pee quite badly. So i got up. As I deciding of what to tackle my hunger with, I couldn't helped but notice the extreme silence from the outside world.

And since my instant noodle was still shimmering in the pan, I walked out to the living room and peep outside through the gap of the balcony siding door.

I was mesmerized.

A sudden burst of tranquility swept over me with a gentle swoosh. I slid back the door close, get my spontaneous breakfast all ready and carried a stool right in the centre of the door seam. To be honest, I would rather be sitting out over at Starbucks, with a big mug of soy latte and butter croissant, but I knew that even if I could get to the nearest Starbucks there is, I might miss the moment.

Never I had done this before, nor thought of doing it. In the midst of the sky brightening up in a delayed speed and the crisp morning air, my plate of Indomie and two sunny side-ups tasted almost as good as what would have come out from a restaurant.

I couldn't help but feeling so comforted. By what, I didn't know. Then I started singing and humming to the Come Holy Spirit, and I could feel the peace of God that swept all over me when the next breeze sent a shiver throughout my whole body.

Despite my lack of sleep for the past weeks and sore eyes i got from sleeping with the ceiling light turned on the whole night, I was captured in an endless, unexplainable feeling.

I sat still for a few minutes to register the beauty of semi man-made scenery of buildings and constructions.

The time�"I held it still with me.

~~08.09.12~~