It’s been a few weeks since I participated in Five-Minute Friday. Today’s prompt is “light.” If you want to join in, write for five minutes, post, and link up with The Gypsy Mama.


A small voice breaks through the molasses-thick fog of sleep.

“Mom, I had a bad dream.”

Awake enough to remember that Scott had a breakfast meeting, I slide over and the little one climbs onto my already-warmed spot. I curl around him and press my nose into his fuzzy head to soak up as much of him as I can in this quiet moment. He presses his icey toes into my legs and sinks into the mattress.

What seems like 10 seconds later, he rolls over. “Mom. It’s light now.”

I grunt something that I hope sounds like “Ok” or “I know” and roll onto my stomach. It’s a day off and I want to stay in bed as long as possible.

Another 10 seconds. He is crawling over me to the other side of the bed. “Mom, the sun is up. When are you going to wake up?”

“Honey, it will get light earlier and earlier this month. We can still sleep when it’s light.” But I’m waking up a little more. Enough to know that coffee sounds really good. And my breath is disgusting even to me.

I sit up, swing my legs over to the side, and thinking only of the toothpaste in the bathroom and the coffee in the kitchen. He bounces down to the floor, delighted that our day has finally started.