my favorite thing is waking up when it's so early that it's still dark out, but you don't have to get up if you really don't want to.  your dad's favorite music is quietly playing somewhere, which not-so-coincidently is your favorite too.  you hear the people you love talking in the next room, and it smells like breakfast mixed with coffee grounds.  on top of that, it's the first time it's cold enough out to justify turning on the heat, and the air coming through the vents smells like home.  i could lie like that for years.