Perspective

She rolls out of bed to use the bathroom, on her way back she checks her cell, wondering how much time she has left to sleep. Like every morning, nature called only a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off, so she unlocks her phone, delays the alarm by half an hour and crawls back into bed.

The alarm sounds and she hits snooze, ten minutes later she does it again, and again. Eventually she crawls out of the covers, knowing she’s going to be late for work, like every morning.

She wonders why she felt more awake a few minutes before her alarm was originally set to go off than she does now, almost two hours later.

She wonders why she feels that way every morning.

She wonders why she never does anything about it like forcing herself to stay awake the first time she gets up.

She sighs.

Coffee on the stove, first cigarette, flicking aimlessly through facebook, coffee bubbles and is poured into a random mug, its brethren lying dirty in the sink. Cream. Sugar. Another cigarette. Facebook holds nothing new, refresh, refresh, nothing. The cell drops on the couch. Third cigarette.

Staring at the wall, mind circling yet saying nothing. Where did her energy go?. Even on the best days, the days she has something to look forward to, every morning is a struggle.

Grabs the towels and washes. Hairdryer blows loundly in her ears. Pills. Clothes. Hair and makeup. Fill up the cat food, try to get the cats inside, give up.

Walk to the car.

Another day of banality.

 


 

She rolls out of bed to use the bathroom, on her way back she checks her cell, wondering how much time she has left to sleep. Like every morning, nature called only a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off. She chuckles to herself at this, and as usual, decides to let herself sleep a bit longer, wanting to get back to the dreams she was having.

The alarm sounds and she hits snooze, too comfortable under the covers, cat snoring beside her head. She knows she is privileged in that she can show up to work pretty much when she wants, and as usual, she takes advantage. She slips in and out of her dreamstate every ten minutes as she keeps snoozing. Visiting the worlds in her mind. Eventually she crawls out of the covers, knowing she’s going to be late for work, like every morning.

She wonders why she felt more awake a few minutes before her alarm was originally set to go off than she does now, almost two hours later.

She wonders why she feels that way every morning.

She wonders why she never does anything about it like forcing herself to stay awake the first time she gets up.

She sighs, and smiles, remembering her dreams and the journeys she had within. The cat scrambles to be let out now that Momma is finally awake.

Coffee bubbles on the stove, she lights her first cigarette of the day and inhales deeply, longing for the taste of her first sip mingled with the acrid smoke. She lounges on the couch, the other cat crawls onto her belly, and punches up good old facebook, seeing what the world has been up to as the night passed. Not much new. The coffee is ready, and she prepares her cup and returns to the couch. Another cigarette is lit, and with the caffeine and nicotine, her mind begins to properly wake up. She leaves her phone on the couch, and breathes, enjoying the light falling on her from outside, watching her pets play on the balcony. She lights another cigarette and sits.

Staring at the wall, she collects her thoughts, her plans for the evening, the weekend. She wonders why it takes her so long to get going in the morning, she’s never been able to get out of bed, get dressed, and run out, her morning is a ritual, it drives her partners nuts sometimes, but this is her time, and she enjoys it.

Grabs the towels and washes, drys her hair while perched on the edge of her bed, her cat beside her enjoying his morning time with Momma. Takes her pills, chooses her outfit, fixes her hair and dabs on her makeup. She looks at herself in the full length mirror near the door, and beams, still amazed that she is who she is. She makes sure the cats are fed and watered for the day, and as usual the male doesn’t want to come in. She laughs and tells him that he’s stuck outside all day. He just gives her that annoyed cat look.

She walks to the car and heads on her way

Another day


Life…… it’s all about perspective……

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