Jennifer Slack

Treasure Hunt

“Mornin' Snickerdoodle, it’s time to wake up.” My Mom says in her soft morning voice. She understands how difficult it is to open my eyes first thing in the morning. “It’s Friday sweetie, yay! I’m going to pick you like a little radish, right out of bed.” I give a little grin because she’s trying. My Mom says dorky stuff like that all the time. “Ugh ok” I utter in a quiet groggy voice. To be completely honest, I’m not ready to leave my warm snuggly bed behind, but I wrap my arms around her neck and she pulls me away from the top bunk. She smells nice having already gotten herself ready for the day and now she’s completely focused on me. The warm smell of fresh coffee invades my nose. I hear our dogs whining to be let out, and the chatter of news reporting coming from the TV in the living room where my Dad hovers over a bowl of cereal. My Mom’s focus remains on me. In a flash, my PJ’s are off and my school clothes are on… I have yet to open my eyes.