Routine
Cecilia
began her Sunday routine by making herself a strong cup of coffee and sitting
out on her porch watching the sun rise. Steam tendrils would rise from her mug
as she curled her legs underneath her on the soft-padded chair. The horizon was
glowing with vibrant orange and soft pink as the first rays broke through. When
her mug was empty and the sun’s rays were strong enough to warm her cheeks, she
went back inside her home to continue with her routine.
She
decided to make eggs benedict that morning, when she saw some leftover English
muffins in her bread box. Taking care to not let any pieces of shell fall,
Cecelia softly cracked two eggs against the counter before placing them in the
boiling hot water. After the eggs were poached, she cracked two more and
whipped them into a thick, creamy sauce with warm butter. When the muffins were
toasted, the ham was pan fried, and the eggs covered in hollandaise sauce,
Cecelia carefully arranged her plate.
Sitting in
her living room, Cecilia took decadent bites of eggs while reading the
newspaper. Reading the front page, then the movie reviews. After reading a
particularly positive review, she decided on heading to the movies that
afternoon. Cecilia finished her eggs, folded up the now-slightly crinkled
newspaper, and left the dining room.
The sun
was higher in the day now and Cecilia began her practicing session. She sat in
the stiff bench and lifted the lid from her piano. Her eyelids fluttered shut
as she took a deep breath. After exhaling, she opened her eyes and looked at
the ivory white keys, interspersed with ebony. Her hands fell into place and
her fingertips became alive. Soft, sweet notes floated as she breathed in time
to the music she created. Her eyes fluttered closed again and this time
remained shut as she swayed slightly, foot tapping the tempo. Her muscles moved
almost on their own, as if her hands knew the pattern all by themselves. She
continued practicing, slender fingers moving tenderly. The sun reached the
highest point in the sky when Cecilia opened her eyes and removed her hands
from the piano. Her home was filled with a soft silence and as she closed the
lid on her piano keys, Cecilia felt calm. Her Sunday morning routine completed,
she began preparing for the rest of her day.
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