I Wake Up

I wake up. There's light coming through the curtains, which means it is a little pass 7 now. When I first moved in I got rid of all the clocks to see if it would help me sleep. I don't know whether the plan ever worked but I got pretty good at gauging the time by the amount of light that makes it into the room. Pretty soon it'll be light enough to see and then I'd really need to wake up. Her SMS says 'meow zzz'. It doesn't look like she likes waking up for work yet. She'll get used to it eventually. How many mornings have I spent in this bed alone? I'll need to talk to the boss about getting a new disk for the server. Will need to remember to post last night's pictures. And when is Eric's wedding again? Did I schedule dinner with Colin over the same night? It's impossible to rest when I'm already building a to do list in my head. Might as well get up. I brush, wipe cleanse and change. The whole shuffle took about a dozen minutes. Then I get the keys and head out. Almost forgot to type her a reply.

'How's my kitty? Wish I'm there to hug you awake right now.'

Postscript: Remember the lame essays they forced us to write in school? Describe a day in the park. Or describe your ambition. In 200 words or more. They were easy to score with and easy to write but you can bet I hated them. This is something my English teacher would've titled 'Write about what happens when you wake up in the morning'