Novel & Cerita Morning Reads

… Early the next morning, the production team dropped off mission cards on each family's doorstep, then waited with a camera to follow them. Jacklyn and Theodore had gotten up early. Once they were ready, they headed toward the venue that the production team had readied. When they were about to walk past House No. 9, even from a distance, they could hear Noah reading aloud on the doorstep. Theodore was intrigued. He walked up to Noah and asked, "Why are you reading so early?" Noah puffed his chest out proudly. "Mommy said that mornings set the tone for the whole day and that reading in the morning helps you memorize better."

“Good morning Alpha Roman.” Chills run down my spine.

____ NEXT MORNING The soft rays of the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. Delilah stirred, rubbing her eyes as she registered it was the weekend—a precious day off from the routine rush. She instinctively reached out to hug her son, only to be met with resistance. Nathan, already awake and slightly grumpy, greeted, "Good morning, papa," pulling Stephen in for a cheek-kiss. Delilah chuckled, teasingly, "Nathan, is this how I always find you sleeping next to Papa in the morning?"

And I get to stay away from John’s constant nagging for almost a month. “Now the best part for you. I am giving the early morning 5:00 slot to read the news. So that you get enough time to spy the target.” This was the only best part in this entire thing and I didn’t mind getting up at 4:30 to read my own news at 5. I will learn to wake up early however hard that is. She continued to ramble on the working of the cameras and stuff like that. Inwardly I was scared and terrified, I wanted to run back to Chicago and curl up next to my mama but I had to this.

Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

Elara’s Pov Sunday morning started quietly. My child woke up late and walked into the kitchen still half asleep. Their hair was messy and they were dragging the astronaut book behind them. “Mama, can we read this again?” “You really like that book.” “Yes.” They climbed into the chair while I made breakfast. While the pancakes cooked, my phone buzzed on the counter. Adrian. “Good morning.” I wiped my hands and replied. “Morning.” The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

Lynn That morning looked crisp, the skies were deep blue and the sun was rising, its golden rays spreading warmth to the earth for the ungrateful humans who were still asleep. I was seated at my arctic my legs crossed reading my third book since leaving the club angry the previous night. That was the advantage of never catching sleep. You have a lot of free time.

The sun had risen softly that morning, not in its usual triumphant blaze, but as a gentle, golden hush over the trees. The air was still cool, tinged with the scent of dewy pine needles and the sweet breath of the lake. The retreat’s morning bells rang lightly in the distance—three slow chimes—signaling that breakfast had ended and the morning mindfulness activity was about to begin.

She said putting her hand to his cheek. “I'll see you soon.” He said as He kissed her hand. He stepped out the door and headed down the path that led to The Morning Star. Reaching the Star he looked to their house nestled in the cliff side. Morgan had already lit the candle. Letting him know how to return home. It was never goodbye, always i’ll see you soon.

I write in the journal the morning after the flowers close. At the kitchen table. The coffee Rael made before he left for the threshold library, still warm on my side of the table. The river audible through the wall. The city in its morning register. I open to the current page. I write the weather. *Morning: clear. The specific clear that comes after something has been completed. The air that follows three days of sea-smell. Still. Attentive.* I write the city.