If there's an invisible cosmic thread stretching this day to its absolute limits thereby adding a few scant minutes to what is the most horrendous day of the week 'Tuesday', then I wouldn't be surprised.
Not least because this day began exceptionally early, like always.
Rubbing out sleep from my eyes, letting it crinkle to the floor and rushing to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and pack lunch.
Have you ever tried chopping vegetables while a couple dreams from a few moments ago still knock around inside the hollow cavity of your sub conscious? It's not fun I tell you. In fact, much too easy to confuse an onion chopping in real time with the one you saw in your dream and thus mistake your knife to be made of foam and stabbing your well meaning knuckle in an effort to justify your theory on how all dreams are harmless.
Or worse, gazing joylessly at a mound of flour in a bowl that patiently awaits your hands to knead it into a dough, while you think back on all decisions you ever took in your life that lead to this state where you joylessly stare at a mound of flour. Inceptioning yourself after waking up is a different kind of dejection.
Slowly I shake off the excesses of memory overload that happens oft during wee hours of morning and chide myself for being so irrationally morose, though an inside voice slowly rebukes me for not being nearly as cheerless as a cold morning like this demands..
Like a painting recorded in time lapse I manage to fix breakfast, pack lunch and even carefully tuck it in a pocket inside of a bag that will soon be carried to an office space far far away.
Then.. then I have a cat to deal with.
And what's the time? It's not even 8:00 yet and I'm already running out of time.
All these chores, workout and yoikes the fridge is low on veggies..
Arghhh
So everything done, and I look at the time expecting this day to have halfheartedly given up on me, but No.
Praises be.
The day still stands.. and I'm finally free.
Not least because this day began exceptionally early, like always.
Rubbing out sleep from my eyes, letting it crinkle to the floor and rushing to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and pack lunch.
Have you ever tried chopping vegetables while a couple dreams from a few moments ago still knock around inside the hollow cavity of your sub conscious? It's not fun I tell you. In fact, much too easy to confuse an onion chopping in real time with the one you saw in your dream and thus mistake your knife to be made of foam and stabbing your well meaning knuckle in an effort to justify your theory on how all dreams are harmless.
Or worse, gazing joylessly at a mound of flour in a bowl that patiently awaits your hands to knead it into a dough, while you think back on all decisions you ever took in your life that lead to this state where you joylessly stare at a mound of flour. Inceptioning yourself after waking up is a different kind of dejection.
Slowly I shake off the excesses of memory overload that happens oft during wee hours of morning and chide myself for being so irrationally morose, though an inside voice slowly rebukes me for not being nearly as cheerless as a cold morning like this demands..
Like a painting recorded in time lapse I manage to fix breakfast, pack lunch and even carefully tuck it in a pocket inside of a bag that will soon be carried to an office space far far away.
Then.. then I have a cat to deal with.
And what's the time? It's not even 8:00 yet and I'm already running out of time.
All these chores, workout and yoikes the fridge is low on veggies..
Arghhh
So everything done, and I look at the time expecting this day to have halfheartedly given up on me, but No.
Praises be.
The day still stands.. and I'm finally free.
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