Random cough coming from living room.
Roll over remembering a friend spent the night.
Light from the dawn creeping in through the window.
More sound from guest.
Wondering what time it is.
Here a random alarm clock from some other dorm room.
Hate how paper thin the walls are.
Roll over again.
Pull blankets up.
More noise from guest.
Wishing guest would shut up.
Still wondering what time it is.
The alarm is still going.
Hearing my roommate stir in the bed next to me.
Finally someone hit the alarm.
Wondering how much my neighbors can hear me.
More noise from guest.
Doors opening down the hall.
Wondering if I have time for breakfast before class.
Roll over again.
Open and close hand realizing I have slept on it all night.
Close my eyes and try to get back to sleep.
More noise from guest.
Eyes open as I roll over again in frustration.
Wonder what time it is and why the only clock in in the living room.
Turn over and stair at my roommate...he is sleeping...envious.
Turn over again realizing that I am a creeper.
Still thinking about breakfast.
Here random toilet flush.
Same alarm goes off from down the hall.
Turn over trying to forget that I have been up for 10 minutes or the duration of that alarm's snooze.
Need to pee.
Want to get back to sleep.
More sunlight hits my face.
A nose trumpet from the living room....aka my guest blowing his nose jerks me out of any potential bliss and forces me to be decisive.
Roll out of bed and toward the shower.
Angry yes....but at least there is time for breakfast.
wounded warrior
A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.
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