Morning routine

You hear a sound of alarm clock. ‘Ohh, not again. Just a few more minutes’ you think as you snooze it and close your eyes for a little more of so wanted sleep. Your sheets feel so soft and heavy and your pillow seems to suck your head in, you have no desire to raise from them. Soon you drift away into your dreamless sleep. Today is Thursday and you were supposed to wake up earlier to find time for writing. But yesterday you went to sleep late again. So you choose sleep against your dreams… see the irony?

Soon you hear your alarm again and for a moment you are debating with yourself if you should postpone it again. Then you sight and turn your alarm off. You glance at your phone and curse. It’s already 6:35. Seems that you already hit the snooze button more than once. You shove your sheets aside and dive your feet into the soft carpet. You run to the toilet, brush your teeth and wash your face. Then you put some cream on and choose breakfast over doing your make-up. Put the kettle on, heat the microwave with some left-overs. Then you take the food and tea back to your bed for the 15min read. This is your habit. You can’t eat without reading. Even though your grandma always reminds how you’ll eat your memory if you read while eating. You can’t even feel the food but you’re definitely feeling the book. You are so into the characters of the fantasy world that sometimes you forget your own. Anyway, you glance at your phone often and savor as much time reading as possible.

When your phone shows 7 am, you give yourself one more minute and then again jump out of the bed, put on the same clothes as yesterday, nervously brush your hair and throw a water bottle in your bag. Then you check if all the lights are turned off in your flat, put your bag on and hurry out the door. You don’t forget to lock them and then fly down the stairs. Entering the street you notice that the sun is blinding and you should have taken your sunglasses with you. Well, it’s too late for that now. You cross the street and hurry through all the people and screaming children and lousy cars. As you take a turn to the right you see the tram passing.

‘Shit, shit, shit’ you think as you run towards it. As the red light turns on the tram slows down and gradually stops. You are relieved but still hurriedly make your way to the luas stop and wait for it. As the doors to the tram open you enter it while still trying to catch your breath. Then you check your phone again. The time is 7:07. You’re not late. Another morning survived!

As a kid, I loved to read fantasy novels. I still do now. I tried to study in a university... twice. Both times I quit before even reaching the second semester. Then I decided it's not for me and started searching for other ways to fill in my life and this blog is one of the consequences as well as starting to write my fantasy novel!

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