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The Morning’s Promise by Khayriyyah Mohd Hanafiah

The idea of something that feels right, is not unlike the feeling that it is the easiest thing in the world and that it comes first nature.

Not breathless, unhurried, not anxious, uncalculating, the opposite of ‘neither here nor there’ because I am exactly where I want to be.

When I am with him, it is also a sleepy feeling. I am a cat, who is curled up and purring. Watching the world hurry by, peering through half closed eyelids with a bit of disdain –I pity the world. It surely envies my state of bliss and utter content. It surely wishes it were me, cuddled up with the cat, watching Frasier and munching on a bag of cheese nacho tortilla chips.

When I am at work, on a good day, it is a feeling of purpose. It is more typing, and less deleting. More ideas, less sighing. It is looking up at the watch and seeing that the day has gone by, but also that I have pages written. After rereading them, I am satisfied and look forward to when my break will end so that I can continue. The stage is mine, I am at my forte. No further questions. My nose flares a bit, and on occasion I am tempted to physically pat myself on the back. I can’t believe they pay me for this.

When I am at home, by myself, it is a feeling of desired solitude. I am awash with gratitude, while preparing my breakfast of smoked salmon draped over cheese melting on poached egg resting on a generous spread of avocado on golden toast after a cold morning run. I am cooking with Frasier playing in the background, and I am not missing anyone, not even him. I have a good book that I have yet to finish reading, and I look forward to reading it until I fall asleep.

But the greatest comfort I have grasped onto lately, is the day after tonight.

It is most uncomfortable at night, when the sun is gone, the air is cold, and I am surrounded by pictures and letters preserving memories of old and wonderful friends, places I called home and haunts, memorialized on a desk in a room, in an apartment, in a city where I have no friends at all — a place where I only have Carter Beats the Devil to keep me company (and I am already nearing the end of the book).

My comfort comes in the morning’s promise. The morning says another day has gone by, and I have scraped through. The morning promises a new day, a day full of possibilities. It is now a day closer, to when I will be exactly where I want to be.

Feature image is ‘Sunrise, Bagan, Burma’ by Robert Coles.

This entry was written by Khayriyyah Mohd Hanafiah and published on 04/08/2012 at 12:59. It’s filed under ISSUE3, Khayriyyah Mohd Hanafiah, Musings, Writings and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

3 thoughts on “The Morning’s Promise by Khayriyyah Mohd Hanafiah

  1. alzaquan on said:

    That last paragraph – its winged hopefulness – is really like a spoonful of honey someone had fetched from a far,peaceful valley somewhere. I really like how you described the items – the book, the pictures, the food – how they’re trying to keep you grounded to the now, but that sense of unease is perpetually lurking in the background, and how in the end the narrator has seemed to let go – now completely unbothered by the negativity, she’s taken off to a better,brighter state of mind. “It is now a day closer, to when I will be exactly where I want to be.”…*gushes

    • Wow. I love this piece; it’s so real I could almost see you. And I love the comment above: a spoonful of honey fetched from a far valley. Delicious.

  2. A skill I greatly desire to acquire is the ability to “make home wherever you are right now”. After travelling in my early twenties, and enjoying the freedom of it, I have now become a creature of comfort and habit. Oh, I still want to do more travelling, but the thought of not being able to sleep in my own bed, hug my cat, and have my familiar things around now unsettles me, whereas it didn’t used to be a problem.
    All of which is a long-winded way of saying that I love this piece of writing. I love the hopefulness and gratitude, mixed up with the loneliness and anxiety. It feels very authentic, and makes me think more about how I can make myself at home wherever I find myself.

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