Morning Madness

            There’s a horrible rip, when you’re instantly dumped out of your dreams and into the waking world. But memories and echoes still cling to your senses like cobwebs. Then you remember and race to find the clock. What time is it? Are you late? Are you early? Do you need more sleep? Questions race with your blood as adrenaline pumps in preparation for that unseen predator. Slowly your breathing slows. The day’s just begun, and you’re already tired.
            Shambling to the shower like a corpse, steaming rain soothes out the snarls in your hair. Mmm, that feels good. But you can’t stay. Once everything is clean it’s time to dry off. Down in the kitchen, how much time is left? Enough to eat, yes, but what? No part of you is hungry, but it’s now or never, so just pick something and get on with it.
            Still not awake, time for caffeine. Now you’re awake, for a little while. Just need to last four hours, then the day will be half over. Four hours isn’t so bad, once you’ve got four behind you. And tomorrow you’ll have a whole day behind you, and soon, the week.