My eyes shot open to the unpleasant sound of my alarm. Annoyance with myself settled as I realized I had forgotten to turn the thing off the night before. It looked beautiful outside, untouched, but I smacked the snooze button as hard as I could. I was not ready for a new day yet. 9 minutes later I kicked out of bed. As I walked through the upstairs hallway, I could smell the intoxicating smell of baking cookies. I walked into the chaotic kitchen and gave my mother a kiss before I headed into my front yard. I wished the neighbors stupid dog would shut up, and as I heard rustling in my bushes, I rushed over to make sure he had not stomped my carefully tended garden. As I saw no damage, I let out a sigh of relief. In the corner of my eye, I saw a rainbow reflecting off the dew on the grass. I took off my sandals and walked barefoot around in the grass. I waved goodbye to my workaholic neighbor heading off in her ford to new jersey. I looked up in the trees and heard the birds chirping at one another. Feeling satisfied, I started to head inside.
Then something caught my eye. I turned around to see what it was. It was the prettiest, whitest, fullest chrysanthemum I had ever seen! No leaves had fallen around it to rob it of its claim, and it had chosen the healthiest patch of grass in my front yard to make its domain. A bee had noticed it as well as I, and was taking full advantage of its discovery. Its label as a weed insulted its existence. A shiver ran up my spine and I looked at cloudy sky. I ran quickly back inside to get my raincoat and my breakfast of lemonade and cookies. I sat on my porch trying to seep in the beauty of the flower as I ate, and it started to rain. I took my last bite, and waited for the rain to stop, growing sleepy.
The sudden absence of noise woke me up, and I saw the rain had finally stopped. I wanted to go back inside, but I wanted to continue to observe the discovery I had made that morning. I slowly walked on the wet lawn without my shoes, with full intention of picking my flower. My cat walked over to me, and meowed a meow of disapproval, as if she knew my intentions. As I looked into her thin irised eyes, I changed my mind and turned around to go inside and live out the rest of my day, thinking about the chrysanthemum, hoping it would last forever.
