The best part of waking up (73)

Ben knocked on the door and waited. Josh soon opened the door. He stood infrount of Ben wrapped in a towl with a wet head.

"Sorry, I was in the shower. Come on in." He said.

"I'm the one who should say sorry. I just thought it would be easier to drop off my bags this morning then take them with me to the company." Ben said walking in.

"No, it's all good. Just put your things in that room there. You can unpack to night. There is oatmeal on the stove if you want some."

"I'm good. Betty made eggs and bacon this morning. Have you eaten?" Ben asked.

"Yes, I always make a little extra and drop it off next door. Mrs. Nell is on a fixed income so sometimes she skips meal. She is 84 years old." Josh then disappeared into his room to get dresses.

Ben walked into the other bedroom and placed his bags on the bed. This room was done in soft blues. It was very homey.

It did not take Josh long to get dressed and they set out for the office after dropping off the oatmeal.

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Zane slept a little longer this morning then he had planned and when he woke he found Bella staring at him with a smile. Her beside him was the best part of waking up.

"Hey beautiful."

"Hey" Bella then kissed him.

"You, my little one, wore me out last night." he laughed.

"Me... I think it was all you last night." She said as he pulled he in close.

"Do you have class today?" he asked.

" Yes, but not until 11."

"I need to get going I guess but I miss mornings with you." He said.

Bella kissed his cheek and got out of bed, "Me too."

While he was dressing she made him waffles then walked him out to the car. After she dressed for the day she opened her book to read.

◇◇◇♡♡♡◇◇◇ MOTHER HOLLE

There was once a widow who had two daughters--one of whom was pretty and industrious, while the other was ugly and idle. But she was much fonder of the ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter; and the other, who was a step-daughter, was obliged to do all the work, and be the Cinderella of the house.

Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well, in the highway, and spin and spin till her fingers bled. Now it happened that one day the shuttle was marked with her blood, so she dipped it in the well, to wash the mark off; but it dropped out of her hand and fell to the bottom. She began to weep, and ran to her step-mother and told of the mishap.

But she scolded her sharply, and was so merciless as to say, "Since you have let the shuttle fall in, you must fetch it out again."

So the girl went back to the well, and did not know what to do; and in the sorrow of her heart she jumped into the well to get the shuttle.

She lost her senses; and when she awoke and came to herself again, she was in a lovely meadow where the sun was shining and many thousands of flowers were growing.

Along this meadow she went, and at last came to a baker's oven full of bread, and the bread cried out, "Oh, take me out! take me out! or I shall burn; I have been baked a long time!"

So she went up to it, and took out all the loaves one after another with the bread-shovel.

After that she went on till she came to a tree covered with apples, which called out to her, "Oh, shake me! shake me! we apples are all ripe!"

So she shook the tree till the apples fell like rain, and went on shaking till they were all down, and when she had gathered them into a heap, she went on her way.

At last she came to a little house, out of which an old woman peeped; but she had such large teeth that the girl was frightened, and was about to run away.

But the old woman called out to her, "What are you afraid of, dear child? Stay with me; if you will do all the work in the house properly, you shall be the better for it. Only you must take care to make my bed well, and to shake it thoroughly till the feathers fly--for then there is snow on the earth. I am Mother Holle."

As the old woman spoke so kindly to her, the girl took courage and agreed to enter her service. She attended to everything to the satisfaction of her mistress, and always shook her bed so vigorously that the feathers flew about like snow-flakes.

So she had a pleasant life with her; never an angry word; and boiled or roast meat every day.

She stayed some time with Mother Holle, and then she became sad. At first she did not know what was the matter with her, but found at length that it was homesickness; although she was many times better off here than at home, still she had a longing to be there.

At last she said to the old woman, "I have a longing for home; and however well off I am down here, I cannot stay any longer; I must go up again to my own people."

Mother Holle said, "I am pleased that you long for your home again, and as you have served me so truly, I myself will take you up again."

Thereupon she took her by the hand, and led her to a large door. The door was opened, and just as the maiden was standing beneath the doorway, a heavy shower of golden rain fell, and all the gold remained sticking to her, so that she was completely covered with it.

"You shall have that because you are so industrious," said Mother Holle; and at the same time she gave her back the shuttle which she had let fall into the well.

Thereupon the door closed, and the maiden found herself up above upon the earth, not far from her mother's house. And as she went into the yard the cock cried: "Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your golden girl's come back to you!"