Flash fiction on waking up...
Last night was beautiful. I was out the moment my head hit the pillow. ‘Out like a light’ is a common cliché but that’s how it was.
Something was off today morning. It seemed brighter outside and my three children were up before me. They never wake up before nine and at six I could hear them running around the house.
My wife lay like a log next to me. She surpasses me in being a light sleeper and I was surprised to see her with a serene smile, without a care in the world.
Our house was the same, yet it wasn’t. Everything looked cleaner and more pristine. I woke up my wife and she gave me the strangest look.
“Why you up so early?” she murmured.
“It’s not even sunrises,” and she turned the other side.
But she was asleep again.
I got out of bed still feeling odd about everything. Downstairs, the kids were busy making breakfast. That had never happened before.
A dog barked and a hundred-pound canine pounced on me in joyful abandon.
We didn’t have a dog!
I needed coffee. My teenage son was holding out a cup of hot coffee for me. I was sure someone was playing an elaborate prank.
I gave him a bemused look and took the coffee out to the yard.
I dropped the hot coffee as I blinked at the two suns shining in all their glory in the bright green sky.