The buzz of the alarm rudely awakens me from warm slumber wrapped within flannel sheets.
I stretch and wake and want to sleep more as my body moves towards a hot shower.
The steam wakes my spirit and senses and alerts my brain that this is morning.
I fumble through folded jeans and hanging shirts for the right comfort wear and the hair dryer warms me as the day begins.
Quiet follows me as I make my way downstairs.
It is peaceful and dark and silent.

The world is not awake.
Rumbling noises comes from the coffee pot and my smudge cat lets me know her dish needs attention.
Within this quiet thoughts roam around and present themselves.
They throw words at me demanding paper and pen and time for expression.
This quiet is necessary.
The only disturbance is the hum of the refrigerator and a car or two outside.
It is quiet as I wait for a little one to arrive and a new day to begin.
The darkness and the waiting is good.
I am learning to love the quiet.
Throughout my day it follows me.
No television or radio can teach me what quiet teaches.
It is in the stillness we find peace within ourselves.
Psalm 46:10
Be still and know that I am God.
Isaiah 32:18
My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwelling, and in quiet resting places.
I am learning to love the quiet.