Once upon a nothing day, Mary thought. She stretched herself into an upright position, swung her legs over the side of the bed and balanced the heels of her feet onto the box-spring. There she would stay perched for at least five minutes, staring blankly and wondering about her dreams.
Slowly and barely audible, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
“A nothing day …” The voice repeated and then began to sing softly, “Wake-up sleepy jean…Oh what can it mean to a ..Daydream believer…”.
So sweet the voice sings that Mary closed her eyes and lost herself inside the melody for another moment. That is all it took , this morning, to ease her into waking. With eyes half open she slid off the side of her bed, shuffled quietly past Anni’s closed bedroom door and down to the washroom. Mechanically she continued her morning routine. It wasn’t until she was sitting in the kitchen and sipping her first cup of hot coffee — upon full awakening –that she realized,
I didn’t say that out loud!