Whenever I wake up

my 15 yr old son hears me and wakes up too, so right now he’s half asleep on the couch near the french doors to the studio, where I'm working (the lights to that room are off) wrapped up in the blankets from my bed (cos sometimes inexplicably, he wants those instead of his) eating a brown sugar poptart and drinking a glass of milk, and he said ‘this is the best morning ever’

by the way, the letter of the day is T