Good Morning Dreamer
The house was quiet, he could hear Lilly lightly snoring in her room. The crickets outside were really loud and the humidity from the summer heat drenched the whole upstairs floor. If the crickets weren't careful, they could wake Lilly he thought. He decided to close her window, he wanted her to get a deep sleep, he knew this was just an excuse to give her one last goodnight kiss on the forehead. Creeeek, creeek, the wooden floors were so loud, if the crickets didn't wake her, he knew his footsteps would.
Jeremy still wasn't tired, maybe he needed something to quench his thirst. Down the stairs he went, he opened the refrigerator and found his favorite lemonade, perfect he thought. He poured himself a tall glass and sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed his cold drink. It was quiet in the kitchen as well, the whole house was shut down, just how he liked it. He remembered seeing two peculiar men walking a dog earlier, they didn't really seem like a couple and the dog didn't seem to know them. To be extra cautious, he did one last check on all the doors and windows.
Creeek, creeeek, Jeremy made a mental note to look up on the internet, "how to stop creaky floors." He couldn't tip toe around the house as his wife did, it wouldn't make much of a difference, as he was heavier than she is. Inside the bedroom, Dahlia was busy reading her book, she didn't even look up when he walked in. "Hey," he said. "Hey, why don't you get into bed and read your book?," she said. "Yeah, that's a good idea." He was glad she suggested it, he loves his book after all. After about twenty minutes of reading, Dahlia fell asleep. He too would turn off his light and go to sleep as well . . . or so he thought.
He couldn't believe how quickly she fell asleep, the breathing techniques and meditation exercises she always talked about must really work, he realized. Oh wait a minute, he remembered he needed to look up creaky floors, he was eager to find out what the internet had to say about it. After ten minutes of reading about creaky floors he was satisfied. He found a solution and would look at it in the morning, a new task for the list. He decided to try meditating, it couldn't be that hard and it looked like a good way to fall asleep.
Jeremy closed his eyes and started paying attention to his breathing . . . in and out. . . in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . What were those guys doing in the neighborhood anyway? Now that he thinks about it, the dog didn't seem comfortable with them at all, it wouldn't even move when they told it to. Maybe it was just tired, he wasn't sure but he would keep an eye out for them again. Why was he thinking about these guys again, he was supposed to be meditating . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . he couldn't believe there was a hurricane on its way. He would need to secure the basement, it almost flooded during the last one. Maybe there was something he could get to help the drain sustain all the excess water.
Wait he thought, he was supposed to be concentrating on his breathing, this must be the mind clutter his wife warned him about. She said to dismiss it. In and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out -- they seemed so shady, the way they were looking at each house -- no, stop. Back to breathing, in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . Ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding. Jeremy opened his eyes and couldn't believe it was morning. Now that the time changed, the light shined nicely right onto the bed. He really liked the peaceful ring tone he chose for his morning alarm. Great he thought, time for some morning coffee . . .
-Fabiola Conrado, #goodmorning