The Music & The Mornings

We used to sleep with the music on. She, doesn't do it anymore. She told me when she saw me doing it still.

She used to like waking up to the Top Gun Theme by Joe Satriani. She didnt love waking up itself though. Nice warm crispy butter toast 'served' along with tea, helped her open her eyes and allow the day to begin. She didnt like doing it. But she did like not liking doing it. Or so I thought, as it made me smile.It happened everyday.

For me, waking up early was a pleasure. The mornings used to be nice there. Green, cold, with a little sunshine. Lots of green, with a few flowers hanging by them. Red brick building walls. Narrow, tidy, curvy, cemented pathways through the greens and the buildings. More red brick buildings. A hammock hanging by a luscious trees. Mostly empty except for a few early risers. Still struggling to wake up, walking slowly with mugs in hands, and at times a cigarette. Hoods, shorts, slippers, spaghetti tops, tracks, half open eyes, tangled hair, and a genuine but effortful smile once in a while. Mostly quiet, a few birds making their presence felt. A little gentle music from some odd window on the ground floor.

Walking upto the cafeteria for the nice warm crispy butter toast was a routine. A couple of lazy g'mornins shared with a broad smile. The broad smile was usually only on my face. And yes, it used to be broad.
Sitting and enjoing my first cup of morning tea. All by myself and my thoughts. It was a nice start to the day. Then walking back with two plates and two mugs. A few more lazy g'mornings, and this time their smiles were a little more visible than before. Still not as broad as mine.

I'd enter the room. Say something sweet. The time in between she-is-asleep and she-is-awake was special. She would be sedate and therefore manageable. I'd get her to have something before the day started. Her days were hyper. Full of rush, activity, panic, work and a struggle to do better in every moment she had. Thats how she is and I know it paid off.

And I know it was the best time we had, for different reasons. Mornings were the day for me. And my day almost ended when her started. I'd then look forward to the night.

She, I think, is still like this for most part of her days. Just that, the nights are different. She doesnt sleep with the music on any more.