I awoke to the sound of my whimpering pup. He wasn’t supposed to sleep with my sister and I, yet when he had fallen asleep in my arms, I seemed to have drifted off with him. He little ball of white fluff was pawing at the door in need of a bathroom break. The house was silent as I slipped out of my room and down the stairs to the door. We stepped outside; the yard covered in a blanket of darkness. The dew of the grass covered my bare feet as I pattered around the lawn. The air was brisk and would have chilled me to the bone if there had been any wind, luckily it was a quiet morning. The only lingering sounds were the swaying of the trees, and the rippling of the lake. The fresh morning woke me up and filled me with a blissful energy. I carefully made my way down to the dock for reasons I do not know. I sat with my dog on my lap and my feet in the peaceful water as I silently observed the wildlife. I should have been startled when my aunt sat beside me, yet I just greeted her with a quiet good morning, and a smile. We sat on the dock munching on Cheerios, swishing our feet as the cool water curled around our ankles. While listening to the loons, the sky began to wake. Ablaze with color it was sunrise, the never-ending sky above lit up with colors of deep red, fiery orange, a rich purple, and a shimmering gold.
A morning sunrise
Just the tree of us
Enjoying the warmth of family.
Amelia Dufour is a high school freshman from Massachusetts. She has been published in both the Blue Marble Review and in Teen Ink. She uses her writing to express herself and hopes that others can seek comfort in her writings about many topics ranging from family to the global pandemic. In her free time, she enjoys reading, being with friends, and acting in school musicals.