Mornings...

It’s been awhile since I slept at night and woke up early in the morning; to be exact it’s been 10 years. I work at night and when my shift changes to the morning shift I woke up at the wee hours of the morning so it doesn’t count. All this time I thought I was dammed to walk the streets at night and will never get the chance to see and enjoy the mornings again.

It’s been 2 months now and my sleep patterns have changed. I sleep early around 10 pm and wake up at around 7 am; it became natural for me nowadays and I’m beginning to like it. I get to hear the pandesal peddler ringing his bell, the puto and kutsinta man and our favorite Taho vendor who’s been part of my childhood and now part of my nephew’s mornings. I now read the morning paper on time and get a chance to open my window when it’s not yet HOT and HUMID. Oh how I love mornings.

Although my sleeping patterns have changed my morning rituals were the same… well I call it morning rituals since it’s the time were I wake up. I never drink coffee so I settle for a bottle of coke, a stick or two of Marlboro Regs and the World Wide Web. Oh how I love mornings.

My usual breakfast before was a cup of rice and the remaining ulam at lunch… Now I get to enjoy pandesal and cheesewiz or peanut butter or just plain butter on toasted bread. Oh how I love mornings.

I know my Morning Craziness will eventually stop… but who cares Oh I LOVE MORNINGS!!!