Inspired by today’s one-word prompt: Waiting.
This morning I was damn tired of it – the damp air, pissy mattress springs, each repeat alarm.
I tugged tangled sheets off tired toes and sighed. My body persisted we stay in bed. Grouchy fingers pulled back at the covers, and I had to force them to keep to themselves.
“Not today, guys,” I scolded every effort I took to wake up, “Honestly, why does this have to be so difficult?”
Cold tile was an unwelcome shock to my unforgiving feet. I took my kettle and filled it with water, yawning to hide impatient groans. Waiting for the sizzle of boiling water, I walked to the bathroom sink and threw up the light switch. A yellow shadow was cast from depressed fluorescent lights. The weight of the color seemed to pee on me. I let the feeling wash over me, too exhausted to change the bulbs.
Leaning on the sink, I looked into a mirror that apologized for its reflection.
Coffee reached out to me on the brink of mental suicide. I could’ve poured molten java beans down my throat and been none the happier. Another sleepy morning boasted as I slipped my bag over my shoulder and headed to my 8am in house shoes.
I go through my day waiting for it to be over, and I’m damn tired of it.