Early Mornings

7 AM Monday morning, I am awakened by the sound of chirping. I roll to the side to get a look out of my widow, I see sunlight, very bright sunlight and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Monday morning, I am awakened by the sound of chirping. I roll to the side to get a look out of my widow, I see sunlight, very bright sunlight and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Tuesday morning, I am awakened by the sound of constant chirping. I roll to the side to get a look out of my window, I see sunlight, not nearly as bright as the day before yet still so very vibrant and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Wednesday morning, I am awakened by the sound of squeals of Chirping. I roll to the side to get a view of my window and I see mist, a mist filled of fog although the sun isn’t shining as it were in previous days it is still just as warm and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Thursday morning, I am awakened by the sound of cries of chirping. I roll to the side to look out of my window and see cloudy skies as if it were night, the sun from the days before nowhere in sight yet I get up to start my day. 7 AM Friday morning, I am awakened by the sound of chirping not nearly as loud as the days prior but still there. I roll to the side to look out my window and see droplets on the screen, the misty fog in the air and a peak of sun in the clouds and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Saturday morning I am awakened by the sound of baby chirping. I roll over to look at my window and see a darkened sky as if it were night and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Sunday morning, I am awakened by the sound of faint chirping. I roll over to look at my window and I see a darkened sky as if it were night, streams of water on my screen clouded by the mist of fog that swept the streets. I hear deep roars of the sky yet the chirping is still there, faint, but nevertheless still there and I roll on my back and lay there smiling to myself thinking about how no matter how unexpected life can be some things will always be the same. Tuesday morning, I am awakened by the sound of constant chirping. I roll to the side to get a look out of my window, I see sunlight, not nearly as bright as the day before yet still so very vibrant and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Wednesday morning, I am awakened by the sound of squeals of Chirping. I roll to the side to get a view of my window and I see mist, a mist filled of fog although the sun isn’t shining as it were in previous days it is still just as warm and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Thursday morning, I am awakened by the sound of cries of chirping. I roll to the side to look out of my window and see cloudy skies as if it were night, the sun from the days before nowhere in sight yet I get up to start my day. 7 AM Friday morning, I am awakened by the sound of chirping not nearly as loud as the days prior but still there. I roll to the side to look out my window and see droplets on the screen, the misty fog in the air and a peak of sun in the clouds and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Saturday morning I am awakened by the sound of baby chirping. I roll over to look at my window and see a darkened sky as if it were night and so I get up to start my day. 7 AM Sunday morning, I am awakened by the sound of faint chirping. I roll over to look at my window and I see a darkened sky as if it were night, streams of water on my screen clouded by the mist of fog that swept the streets. I hear deep roars of the sky yet the chirping is still there, faint, but nevertheless still there and I roll on my back and lay there smiling to myself thinking about how no matter how unexpected life can be some things will always be the same.