I wake up at a quarter past eight. I feel a cold chill down my back as I lift the warm blanket off of my body. I put on my fuzzy baby blue slippers and turn up the heat in my room. I gently lift the side curtain and peak through the corner of my foggy window to reveal the first snow of winter. Excitement bubbles up inside of me. I rush into the living room hoping to announce the obvious snow to my family in excitement.
Alas, it seemed my whole family was asleep. My father and mother wrapped up in their bed ready to sleep for only the next hour or so. My mother would arise first, she would make herself a cup of tea and sit by our wood burning fireplace. My brother much like a bear in hibernation, would sleep for a few more hours with the heater in his room turned all the way, only coming out when he was hungry.
The fire is still going from the previous night the last of the wood slowly dying away but still providing an appropriate amount of heat to keep the house warm. I decide to stock the fire place as the weather would most likely continue to be below zero. Luckly, my father had brought in some more wood the previous night so I did not need to go outside. I took the block of cedar wood and old newspaper put them into the firebox. The surroundings brightened as the flames rose up. My cat noticed too and waddled over with curiosity. Her black and white fur much resemble that of a cinder. My cat sat down and watched until the large flames died down into small sparks of light around the wood, her curiosity satisfied, she flops down to go to sleep. As I sit here with my cat, the warmth of the fire, and the cold of the outdoors, I think to myself what a perfect morning.