Quietly, I wake up and slip out of bed. I know I will have a couple hours to be alone with my coffee and my quiet. I quietly slide the glass door, tip toe outside to breath in the morning air, and sit to sip my coffee. I light a cigarette and sigh. The morning is so lovely and quiet out of my patio. A squirrel plays in the tree. The breeze blows gently on my face as I relax and gaze at nothing in particular.
I take another long draw of my cigarette and blow out the smoke, watching it sift thru the screen of the patio. It wafts away in the breeze. I sip my coffee and close my eyes tasting the bitter and the sweet mixing together in my mouth. I smile. No noise, only nature.
I hear the leaves rustle in the neighbor’s yard and think to myself that it must be the neighbor’s dog. I smile. I think if my husband asleep still in the oh so comfortable bed looking so peaceful and quiet. I think of my girls sleeping with their peaceful cherubic faces all smooth and free of worry. I smile.
I finish my cigarette and take another sip of my coffee I think to myself that the world is so peaceful and quiet. However, it is getting hot here now early in the morning, so I get up, stretch, and pick up my cup. I slide the door open again and sneak in before the cats can notice the door is open.
The cat’s all come running in a false greeting. Their bowls are empty. “Humph, Well now I know why you love me so, rotten kitties” I say to them as they escort me to the pantry where their prize is hidden. I open the pantry and grab the bag of food. “Is this what you want?” They meow in unison and dance around. I move them out of the way and fill their bowls, giving them each a pat on the head. I stand creakily and my knees pop.
I go to fill my coffee cup again and shake my head at the sink of dishes. I think to myself how these wonderful people that I love, who lie sleeping so peacefully, would surely die of filth or starvation if I were to not exist. I smile to myself, chuckling at how silly that thought really is and decide not to worry with it yet and go to sit at the table and drink more coffee.
I get out my laptop and check my email and MySpace and other nonsense I am party to. Quiet. Only the quiet and the gentle tapping of my fingers on the keys. Ahh! I think this is a good Sunday.
Suddenly the bedroom door creaks open. Out steps Hubby rubbing his eyes. I smile at him. He winks back and sits on the couch. We have quiet conversation. Not too much but just enough. We sit quietly. No TV, no music, no noise. We smile at each other.
Then it happens. The silence was murdered. The blessed quiet day becomes a wave of chaotic noise filled activity. One door creaks open, then another. Kids are up. On comes the TV and the computer noise, phone calls, the washer, the dryer, multiple conversations.
I heave a heavy sigh of mourning. I sigh again, go outside, close the glass door, and light another smoke. I am sad that the quiet is gone, I now have to deal with the chaos, and I smoke my cigarette and stare at the nothing I stared at earlier feeling the heat of the mid-morning beating down. Why does the silence have to be murdered?