Mornings- Things of pure evil. I have a theory that they are designed to make you think your going to have a terrible day, when really it's just sleepiness coming back to bite you in the a**.
Now is one of those times when I am forced to liveout this theory, whether I like it or not- the alarm goes off.
I snuggle back into the blankets, ignoring the alarm's penetrating ring until it decides to go to sleep mode for a couple of minutes more.
I know it's a losing batte. I can never get back to sleep once the alarm's gone off. No matter how much I try, the morning has gotten to me and I am forced to awaken.
The alarm goes off again.
I groggily force my eyes open and worm my way out of the cacoon of blankets I have created. The morning is cold and dark and I can tell it's out to get me.
Feeling arounf the base of my bed with my feet, I try to find my slippers, giving up the search after a whole of 20 seconds and deciding I will just go without.
My feet are cold.
I walk from my bedroom, a mood of silent evil for the morning coming over me. I feel like slamming the door in a jealous rage for those who are still asleep but find I am simply too tired and lazy to do so.
I need coffee.
I walk to the kitchen, bumping into several things on the way. The morning really is out to get me.
I turn the kettle on and wait for it to boil, thinking about the up and coming day while scratching my birdnest ridden hair in thought.
Bus- bad.
Work- bad.
Workmates- bad.
Bus again- worse
Sleep- ...okay.
All in all, not a good day.
The kettle goes off, it's high pitched whistle hurting my ears. I pour the boiling water into my cup before adding the equivilent of two cups of sugar in and pouring in the milk.
I take a sip.
The warm liquid gushes down my throat and I am grateful for the caffine it is giving me.
I finish my coffee and walk towards the bathroom with one thought on my mind.
Shower.
I walk in and look in the mirror. My hair is a birdsnest and the bags under my eyes are huge and greyish.
I spy the shower behind me. It looks welcoming, the various shampoos and soaps sitting there innocently, beaconing me to come.
I listen to their call and strip off my clothes before entering the warm haven of my shower. The water is hot. I stand there washing my hair and waiting for the water to run cold.
That is my signal to get out.
I get out of the shower and dry off before going to my room and getting dressed.
The warm effect of the shower has warn off. I am cold once more.
I pick out my clothes.
Winter clothes.
Summer day.
Surely not a good choice.
I ignore the thought and put on my clothes. it is cold now, these clothes will do.
The smell of eggs and bacon fills my nose. I walk into the kitchen hoping my senses aren't tricking me.
A mop of black hair is standing in front of the stove, trying to prevent the eggs and bacon from burning yet failing dismally anyway.
I smile.
Felix.
I forgot that factor.
Clear blue eyes turn towards me, the old scars surroundin them bringing out the colour of his eyes even more.
I come up behind him, a smile plastered on my face as I sneak my arms around his waist.
"Thankyou," I whisper into his ear.
He smiles at me and instantly the bad day effect is gone.
Thank God.
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Ruby's day ahead-
Bus- bad
Bus with Felix- good.
Work- bad.
Work with Felix- good.
Workmates- bad.
Felix(also a workmate)- good.
Bus again- worse.
Bus again(with Felix)- better.
Sleep- ...okay.
Sleep with Felix- great.
 petitlapinu · Tue Nov 13, 2007 @ 06:32am · 0 Comments |
