Timeless – Cold Floors and Coffee

December 21, 2012

Jack wanted to gasp at first as his feet hit the cold, wooden floor. It was 8:30AM and it was earlier than he’d planned to sleep, but he awoke with a head swimming with ideas and no more dreams to contain them. He’d sat up on the futon that was his bed during this visit and dangled his legs over the edge as though ready to spring up immediately, but he hesitated.

The room seemed fuzzy as he stood. As everything came into focus he noticed the morning sun shining invitingly through the windows directly in front of him, casting two distinct squares of light on the floor. He took a step to put himself within it and squinted into the garden outside to see his nephew already playing outside. The coldness of the floor made laying back down within the covers seem like a great idea, and imagining already having the energy to be outside running around was quite a pill to swallow at that moment. Still, he smiled as he stared, recalling his own childhood and how timeless a Saturday felt.

Jack sauntered toward the bathroom to wash the taste of last night’s whiskey out of his mouth. He’d avoided the headache, but he could think of few things more appealing than a cup of coffee.

Watching as the toothpaste swirled down the drain, he was suddenly caught by the allure of cinnamon waffles from upstairs. Yes, that will do.

The stairs creaked as he ascended and that disappointed him even though it was expected. There was something cool about entering a room and saying hello to the inhabitants somewhat by surprise. When everyone hears you coming it feels a lot less ceremonious.

He expected his sister in law to remark about being hung over, but to his surprise she smiled wordlessly at him and poured a cup of coffee as if the desires of his mind had been screamed throughout the house. As he slid his fingers around the warmth of the mug and raised it to his mouth, he let the aroma tease his senses for a moment as they seemed to come alive at the promise of what was to come. The leisure of the day was suddenly evident to him in a glorious moment. Coffee, waffles, and whatever beyond, his Saturday had become timeless like his nephew’s.

Just write prompts from rebeccatdickson.comThis post is a response to the Just Write weekly prompt #7 at rebeccatdickson.com. Thanks as always for the inspiring story-starters!

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4 Responses to Timeless – Cold Floors and Coffee

  1. Marty Watkins on December 22, 2012 at 7:25 am

    as always, you’re such an artist with words.
    You sure can paint pictures in a person’s mind as they read your work,.

  2. @KimWCPosse on January 5, 2013 at 9:11 pm

    Nice! Great imagery that I could definitely feel…and you made me want a cup of coffee in the worst way at 9:00 at night. Bummer. Love the last line especially.

    • Brian Watkins on January 5, 2013 at 10:13 pm

      Sorry for the late day craving – there’s always decaf I guess! :-)
      Thanks for the comment!

  3. Karen Winters on February 10, 2013 at 9:50 am

    Did the “cold Tile floors” and “hot coffee” in our kitchen inspire you to write this? LOL! Loved it! You always have a way of putting the words down where we feel right in the picture too! Nice work.

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