Waking to the dawn lights soft glow thought her delicate white lace curtains.The light was filling her room with a pastel pink glow on to her white walls.
Hearing Mr black bird starting to sing away.
She guessed he was looking for a delightful breakfast of worms.
She rose first before the others in the household opened their eyes .
Stepping quietly and gently down each single wooden step .with its old cracks without making a sound.
Isabell entered the large cottage kitchen.
walking over to the the window which was hazy with thick morning dew.
she looked out upon the pine trees across the meadow .
A plump robin flew down and rest a while on her terracotta flower pot he was admiring her bright red geraniums.
while singing his beautiful song as the morning light was becoming brighter.
she stretched her arms high above her head gently wiggling her shoulders as to wake her physical body a little more.
Taking in one long breath and very slowly breathing out .Leaving her own breath mark on the damp window pane.
she suddenly turn on her heel and walk to the kitchen table where she had the need to pick up last night’s freshly baked bread .To take a long deep breath to smell it’s freshes and lovely aroma.
There where 3 aroma s she’s had loved all her life fresh bread ,coffee and freshly washed linen which had been hung outside all filled with that fresh air smell.
She looked at the little bowl on the table that would be the last of this years berries from her garden .
They must be savoured until she had the joy of them again next year.
Time to make and enjoy that coffee.
She poured her coffee into her favorite cup.
A heavy ,earthenware pottery handmade cup.
This cup neatly fitted nicely into both her hands.
As she cradled in her hands the weight of the cup and the warmth it gave her as she held it gave her a deep comfort .
Along with aroma of coffee which now filled the kitchen air and her body as she inhaled its deep fresh smell.
This was one of the things she loved about rising first in her house.
Time to have quietness and watch the birds finding their breakfasts.
A joy to have these moments with nature.
Isabell was now ready to start another day.
Alternative life beyond the bubble 