Time tenses, gathers itself then springs the alarm into the cool morning air. My free thinking herpetological left hand creeps out from under the covers and strikes the alarm silent. The rest of my body begins its morning battle of conscious against subconscious.
“Wake up.”
“No.”
More insistent. “Wake up.”
“Leave me be.”
Now its pushy. “Wake up!”
Petulance joins the field. “Don’t want to…”
Responsibility evens the odds. “Come on, don’t want to be late for work.”
My traitorous legs make their move, sliding out of the warmth and flopping to the floor but not before kicking back the covers. Consciousness wins this round.
I can’t wait for the weekend, when sleep will have its day again.
Comments
sabital | July 24, 2008 - 05:35
Yeah... that just about sums up my every morning.
Good one Mark.
Dynamaso | July 24, 2008 - 05:48
Thanks Mark :)
Rusty N | July 24, 2008 - 08:06
So true! That a simple act of waking up in the morning is not simple, is clearly described. Well written.
Dynamaso | July 24, 2008 - 23:50
Hey Rusty, so you have the same struggle as I do. Good to know I'm not the only one. Thanks for your comment.
photon | July 25, 2008 - 16:10
I won't say anything about waking up at the crack of Dawn. Doh!
Good one, enjoyed this.
Dynamaso | July 26, 2008 - 00:32
Thanks Photon... There was a certain temptation at the time of writing to use that hoary old chestnut but thankfully I was able to resist.