Before The Morning Song Novels & Stories

August woke up feeling refreshed and energized, the morning sunlight peeking through the curtains. She stretched her arms and yawned, deciding to kick-start her day with a great workout. With a gentle nudge, she woke up Kent, who was still fast asleep beside her. "Hey, sleepyhead," she whispered, her voice was still husky from the night's slumber. Kent groggily opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from his eyelids. "Morning, beautiful," he mumbled, his voice laced with a hint of sleepiness. August smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Rise and shine, babe! Time for a morning workout."

I don't even stir again until the alarm on my phone goes off at five-thirty in the morning, playing She Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd. I roll out of bed, heading to the window. I look out the frosted frame to find that the Chevelle is gone which means no Andras this morning. I put my headphones in, turning on some music. I turn on I'm Still Standing by Elton John, dancing and singing along. This song is my jam.

I remembered a folk song that his mother used to sing to him to stop crying. I snuggle her back in his arms and get up slowly and sings a lullaby song. "When the sun rises and sunlight the sea touches. Little flower blooms, it's time to wake up. Little fireflies accompany me in this song. Let the little sprouts rise from the earth, let the eggs crack to see the dawn. May the forests expand and the birds sing! And the world around us learns how to dance. Be born, grow, learn, and explore this wonderful world.

I walk through that corridor that completely crosses that whole place once I leave my room and I go to the kitchen, before even crossing the portal I notice the small speech of a person who expresses himself with great vigor, he was an announcer because since the early hours of the morning the employees were recharging batteries when listening to the musical repertoire of the hands of that commentator. "Good morning, dear listeners, good morning beloved DR, without a doubt I am pleased to greet you on this new day already today, Tuesday the fifteenth of March, awake and invigorating again in this beautiful land of God, as every morning we announce it is seven o'clock and your trusted station

so just let me explore you I'll sing for you Just before you sleep But in this case love Your beauty sings to me...

Did she actually make a mistake leaving her son and father behind? Farrah closed her eyes, kneading her forehead gently as she slowly organized her thoughts. She couldn’t afford to have doubts about herself this time. Not only would it not help her achieve her purpose, but it also hinders her companions. Farrah eventually calmed down and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already six am. Everyone’s already walking out of their rooms, either yawning or still had their eyes closed. “Woke up? Clean your faces and have breakfast.” Twilight ordered, pointing to the leftover foods Farrah cooked last night. Gracea reheated it as their breakfast.

NEXT MORNING “Mom am off to school “Bella shouted from the living room . “Won’t you take breakfast? “Her mom yelled back from the kitchen . “No mom ,I will eat at school “She said “Okay dear “ Bella carried her backpack,Said a quick goodbye to lucky and headed out of the house . She started singing a song . ....”I got the hips ,got the ass ...,got the .........” “Am not so sure about that “A voice said behind her chuckling . She frowned when she saw the same guy from yesterday carrying his backpack ,probably going to school also .he was staring at her amusedly .

"It's morning, it's morning, it's not night time, it's morning." Luke sings at the top of his lungs as we walk down the hallway from our room. "Shut the fuck up, it's five am, you utter psychopath." Jenny pops her head out of her room and glares bleary eyed in our direction, her finger jutting angrily with each word. "You might think you're scary, but I will stab you in your sleep if you keep doing this every bloody day."

It gave me goosebumps all over and had Dane basically purring. She started to sing more than hum and I didn’t notice the tears gathering in my eyes until she sang out, ‘Through the lies you were the truth, My world is a better place because of you.’ She held the last note and glanced at me, gasping. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, immediately turning down the song. “How long have you been awake?” “The whole time,” I said reverently. The emotions in that song vibrated through me still even though she wasn’t singing anymore. All the hair on my body was still standing straight up.

That night I dreamt of a brown haired girl. *** When I woke up the next morning everywhere was quiet . . . too quiet. If Ria were here, she would have been singing as she cooked in the kitchen. Her hair down, with the baggy shirt she liked to wear and her socks, which she would always skid with on the floor. Her favourite song was always .....