Sunday Mornings

(written by Sailor Internet)

The radio alarm clock started playing the Backstreet Boys Millennium compact disc. Under normal circumstances, the music would be pleasing to the ear, sometimes soft and slow, other times fast and catchy. Here, it served only one purpose - to wake my sister up. Unfortunately, the amazingly loud and blaring music again woke me up instead of my sister.


I tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep but it was impossible. The radio continued to sing as if it was unawareof the time. I left the room, hoping that she would wake up soon and switch her own radio off. Only she herself, and no other, can wake her up.


Everyone else was asleep. Their doors were shut and that was how I knew. They were shut to keep the frosty cold air from the air-conditioner in. I walked to the main door and unlocked it. The newspapers fell to the floor with a dull thud. I collected the papers and then proceeded to preparing a simple breakfast for myself.


After breakfast, I went to the flower bed to check on my "little green friends". All the seven potted plants were thirsty. I watered them and the soil greedily drank every single drop. A rumbling sound caused me to look up at the sky. Black clouds were gathered together - an ominous sign. The morning sun was nowhere to be seen. Thunder and Lightning were quarrelling again. The clouds were putting on "black faces". The morning got darker. It would soon rain.


The radio could not be heard anymore, which meant that my sister was finally awake. The master bedroom was open, a sign that my parents were up. I saw mother walking into the kitchen. My brother's door swung open and out came a sleepy-eyed , messy-haired boy. Everything was starting to bustle with activity.


I went to the fish tank. Most of the goldfish were still sleeping. Only a tiny orange bubble-eyed fish was awake. Bubble-eyes was a fish with huge bubbles beneath its eyes. They ressemled balloons. It looked at me, opened its mouth repeatedly and demanded food. I sprinkled pellets into the tank. The rest awoke and swam clumsily to the top to swallow pellets. They must have sensed the food. It was fun to watch the chubby fish of different colours snacking away. Within seconds, the food disappeared quickly. They all looked at me and begged for more, knowing that I would have to give them and how could I not? They were so cute! For some unknown reason, they never seemed to get full.


Suddenly, a splash of rain entered the house. I rushed to close the windows. It was a heavy downpour. Thunder and Lightning were fighting. Lightning kept illuminating the sky. Its flashes were brilliant. The whole sky continually turned from blue to white and back to blue again. Thunder roared angrily. Strong winds howled and forced the trees as well as the clouds' tears to bend to one side. The leaves swayed to the harsh winds.


Roads were flooded. Drains were overflowing with muddy water. People were hiding in sheltered areas. The whole scene was magnificent, beautiful. Nature was showing her power. I was only too glad that I could watch from the comfort of my own home and was not caught in the fray.


My siblings were watching the television and I joined them. We ate potato chips as we watched, sitting on the comfortable sofa for two long hours. After that, the rain subsided. Thunder and Lightning had finally reconciled. The golden ball glowed warmly among the clouds. I opened the windows. People were back to doing their activities.


The hours had flown quickly. Morning was nearly over. It turned out quite well.

(Special thanks to Sailor Internet for writing this story and to you for reading it.)
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