It begins the moment I wake up to the moment my housemates emerge. (Except Mariah, because that girl is always up and out before any of us)
As if you needed proof. |
Now, my housemates can attest to the fact that I'm an extrovert. They have seen me at my extrovert finest, sometimes following them around the house (Mattie gets the brunt of this) begging for conversation. (Deedee, Mandy...you know you miss me =)
Little do they know about my golden hour, where all my superhero powers get recharged.
It's when the house is quiet.
Sunshine fills the kitchen.
It's when I have free reign of the bathroom, taking my sweet time getting ready. Any neglect of this golden hour and I have to share it with two others. Not the worst thing for me (since I love morning chats) but means lots of bumping into each other.
Oh, how I love my golden hour.
(Is that Mattie I hear stirring...gotta go.)
3 comments:
Ly you're such a fun writer to read. This was also fun to read about my favorite gals!
ah golden hour with golden coffee. beaut. love you! -marmar
keep the posts coming!
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