Our daughter is out of town on a field trip, our son is at school, my husband is at the office, and I am home, alone with the cats, on my lunch break. I sat in the quiet house, at the wooden table, and looked out the sliding glass doors while I ate chick pea salad with lemon juice, olive oil, and basil for lunch. Birds chirped. Cat tails twitched.
After eating, I rinsed my plate and loaded it into the dishwasher. I dollaped creamy peanut butter into a square glass bowl, then mixed chocolate chips into it. I licked the spoon and I smiled at our cat while she chased a stinkbug.
Now, before going back to work, I’m sitting by the window in our living room. I’ve put my new Prince album on. I turned it up loud. Louder than I turn it up when the kids are home. I’m sitting on our lounge chair, a warm breeze blowing my hair, while I sip coffee and write my 10-minute write. I’m typing directly on my laptop instead of writing in a composition book first. Today is all about efficiency, because to be honest, I forgot about today’s write until about 8 minutes ago.
Flower petals flutter in the breeze outside. The kitties have fallen asleep after lunch, one on top of the homemade scratching post and one in the white chair. They are curled up, nose under tail. The music has switched to a slow, melodic song. The Beautiful Ones.
I could fall asleep like a cat right now. In a sunbeam with the windows open, listening to my new record.
For the month of April, I will publish a 10-minute free write each day. Minimal editing. No story. Just thoughts spilling onto the page. This one is from the Daily Post one-word prompt, Solitude. Trying to get back into the writing habit.