No one else is awake.
Just me and the cat.
She looks at me,
suspicion in her eyes.
Her feet tiptoe cautiously across the carpet.
Gentle sounds of sleep from the other room.
The dog readjusts and the jingling of his collar adds a little music to the otherwise stillness.
The sound of fingers greeting the keys, beginning their all-to-familiar dance across the keyboard floor add their music to voice to the morning.
The clock counts the seconds away.
The refrigerator adds its voice to the melody the morning is creating.
It is the morning symphony.