Sunday Mornings

My eyelids slowly open, they flicker before my vision is clear.

I hear the familiar clang of a pan, a sound I'll miss while at college

I wrap myself in a blanket and take my time walking down the stairs, one by one.
Cooper spots me and leaps from his bed.

His warm tongue greets me, and I can't help but smile.

I try to remember everything about these Sunday mornings.

Cooper and I lay on the floor in a cozy pile of warmth. 

Staying here for the rest of the day would be perfect.

I smell the bacon as it sizzles and the toast as it turns golden brown.

I feel at peace when my actions slow down and I can appreciate my life.

I sink into family on these Sundays and for this I am grateful.