Another Morning in Paradise

Soft breathing comes from the crib as I sit on the couch in my pajamas and finish the paper and my tea. Through the screen door drifts a cool breeze that for some reason smells of flowers. There is even a bird singing in one of the courtyard trees and the sleeping cat's fur shines in the sunbeam. Moments like these re-emphasize to me that I have the greatest job in the world. Newspaper read, I'm actually enthusiastic to tidy up the apartment and officially start the day.