Mornings

Lately, I've been going to work at odd hours, usually late in the morning, just before lunch. This was exactly how I was more than 10 years ago, back when I was in college. Senior year was such a great period for me and my blockmates -- we only had to go to school thrice a week, late in the morning until 4pm. I had the luxury of sleeping late and waking up when the sun is shining brightly. I'd wake up and linger in bed then go to my parent's room to watch t.v. I remember watching Roseanne at 9:00 am then go downstairs for breakfast. After that, I'd go to my sister's room, who by that time would be in school, harrass my baby nephew and watch Tiny Planet with him. I relished those precious hours with G. We'd sing-along to the Tiny Planet theme and answer his questions on why the couch flies, why they have hair all over their body and why they don't talk the way we do. We'd watch the show with him on my lap, sitting on their low bed and me in utter bliss sniffing his hair. I loved how G.'s head smelled of milk and creamy chocolates.

After harrassing my baby nephew, I'd take a bath and get dropped off to school where I'd attend a class or two. If me and my friends feel like it, we'd play hooky and just hang out in the cafeteria talking about anything and everything, fueled by Coke and Fiesta Ham sandwiches with the thick Goldilocks cream bread.