Sunlight filters through the blinds. A cat stretches languidly at the foot of the bed. The morning news provides a background in the quiet room.
The baby rolls over, covering his face with the comforter. His kicking feet disturb my slumber and I cover my head with a pillow.
In the crayon-blue kids' room, Daddy and daughter sleep intertwined on the beat-up beige couch. Toddler beds lay empty as Oswald blares on the TV.
T is sprawled across Grandma's bed, wrapped up in the giant fleece blanket. More cats jockey for position in the windows.
The quiet house stands ready for the day to begin.
This post was written in response to this week's Red Writing Hood prompt from Write on Edge. This week we asked you to give us 8:00 -AM or PM, fiction or creative non-fiction- but 8:00. In 200 words or less.