A soft melodic tone trickles into my ear. I reach out a hand and, eyes closed, swipe it silent. My hand curls around the phone. My foot twitches. I'm a bit warm.
I pull the phone towards my face. My eyelids flutter, blink, squint. 7:00am. The text in the phone is insistent - "Wake up, mutha fucka!!!!"
I blink, I sigh ... I doze.
A harsh electronic beat pours into my ears. I reach out a hand and, eyes closed, swipe it silent. My hand curls around my phone. I bury my nose into my pillow.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK" exclaims the silenced alarm. It is now 7:30am. A tentative sniff reveals my saving grace. There is premade coffee. Thank you, past me.
I pull on a pair of socks. I grip the railing as I teeter down my spiral staircase, brain half-asleep, eyes half-closed.
A few moments later, I'm slightly more awake, sipping my coffee with too much cream and staring in my mirror with displeasure.
"Christ. You're a hot mess." Another sip of coffee. Another glance into the mirror before walking into the bathroom.
I cast a defiant glance at the scale and step into the tub. Hair, body, face, lather, scrub, shave, rinse. Soak. Sigh.
I am loathe to leave the hot water, but lingering now will only make me late. I dry off. I return to the mirror and counter. Lotions and creams are applied. Hair is tamed.
7:52am. I could use some music.
In the bedroom, I tap my laptop to life. Without thinking I hit [Win]+. Chrome launches, trading along are Facebook and Reddit. I begin mindlessly scrolling, chatting, clicking.
I glance at the system tray. 8:27am. Fuck what is wrong with me.
A flurry of paint and powder, camisoles and cardigans. Fifteen minutes later I'm scurrying back down the stairs with my now cold coffee.
Microwave appears dead. Damn. I pour the cold coffee into a travel mug, top it off with what remains in the carafe and another shake of lite creamer.
Shoes laced, jacket zipped, I grab my bag and keys and hustle out the door at 8:46am.
I know I can do better.