…starts in the absence of the alarm clock’s ringing, when the strongest sunrays break through the blinds and when I, still half asleep, roll to the other side of the bed into the warm embrace of my boyfriend. Of course, I stay like this for the next half hour. Because I have nowhere to be.
I wake up sloooowly, very slowly – but only on perfect mornings. When I wake up a bit I always check my phone to see what’s new, and quickly glance over Instagram and Facebook. Then I lazily get up, pet my kitties, and start thinking about breakfast.
“What shall I have today? Fresh croissants with marmelade, cottage cheese burek or cereal?”, is what goes through my mind, which is already thinking about the daily dose of sugar and my mandatory survival food – burek. At this point my mother would happily share a story called “Zala and her first burek”, which talks about the time when I was three years old and first ate this heavenly food. I ate it with such gusto that everyone around me started salivating. Apparently there was also a time when I talked my kindergarten teacher into relieving her leftover burek to me, which she was saving for lunch. The legend says that she went to the store and bought another one, because I ate hers with such passion that she couldn’t resist. And that’s how burek became my life partner.
When we agree on what we’ll have for breakfast we airily start talking about the day and maybe the week, what our plans are and what we’ll do during the day. The smell of coffee breaks the morning, and brings some more alertness and energy to my mind. Breakfast in bed is not necessary, but it does feel good occasionally.
After a morning like that I’m ready for any challenges the day will bring. Well, after I drink the aforementioned coffee, of course!
