And Mommy said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.
Mommy saw that the light was good? Well, she had her doubts, but she allowed the light to continue,and she separated the light from the darkness.
Mommy called the light “Thursday,” and the darkness she called “Sunday – Maybe?.”
And Mommy took the laundry out of the washing machine and hung it up to dry while she drank her coffee.
And there was the microwave signalling the heating of another cup of coffee, and there was more laundry — the first hour of Thursday.
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What are your first morning hours like?
Is what I want to know.
Am I alone in the Coffee Light?
Or are there other gods and goddesses, also creating Light?
Fiery K. Tarot 
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