a
gentle rumble of thunders,
lulls
me out of sleep.
A
sound of a garbage truck,
come
to my ear.
I
spring up out of bed,
knowing
we had not put out the trash and recycling.
Knowing
it was Tuesday.
Sleep
falls off
and
i stumble down the stairs.
No
glasses on to make things single,
i
close one eye and make it down,
open
the door
and
there is the local paper on the porch.
I
stop.
The
paper only come, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
"What
day is this?", my brain screams.
It
is Friday, i suddenly recount.
I
turn and shut the door.
My
other housemate,
who
drinks coffee has a cup in his hand in the kitchen.
He
is up for other reasons,
he
still works.
It
is only 5:30 in the morning,
much
too early for me to be awake.
I
mumble something
and
he mumbles back,
a
friendly exchange,
but
neither of us is awake enough to do much else.
I
stumble back up the stairs
and
fall back into my bed.
It
is only an hour later
and
i am awake again.
The
time is better
and
i make my way carefully down the stairs again,
for
coffee.
i
am not going to drink what was made a 5:30
and
left to burn and become bitter,
so
i turn on the quick one.
I
still can not think,
everything
is rattled and confused,
but
that is normal now for me.
Pod
loaded into the machine,
blinking
blue lights tell me i can brew.
I
push the steady green light
and
shut off the machine.
Waiting
for a moment,
i
do not know why the coffee is not pouring out.
I
sigh,
a
thing that is normal for me now,
i
realize i shut the machine off
and
turn it back on.
Coffee
in hand,
i
carefully make my way up the stairs again,
holding
onto both the coffee cup
and
the railing for dear life.
Setting
the cup down,
i
retreat back on the bed,
sitting
up, i begin to sip the black brew,
pray
for those around me,
i
ask for direction for the day.
Somewhere,
i remember again to be thankful,
for
each day is precious.
The
cup is empty and it is time for me to begin my normal routine.
My
glasses lay some where,
but
i can not put them on just yet.
I
find T-shirt and over shirt,
holding
them close to my face,
so
i can make out a bit of detail,
them
put them on.
I
look for the glasses.
The
dresser has become too cluttered
and
even closing one eye does not help much.
I
stand there half dressed
and
there is some panic that begins to creep in,
until
i find them and they are placed on my face.
The
world is a bit clearer now
and
more importantly, single.
The
two images that i now see as a normal course of being,
the
images which overlap are very confusing,
and
are way too much for me to handle.
The
remainder of my clothes come out of closets and drawer
and
i assemble them on my body.
"The
morning meds!", i exclaim out loud.
Often
i miss them when things different than a routine happen.
It
is not dangerous to miss them,
but
missing the allergy pill can make my life really difficult, quickly.
The
blood sugar test is next,
it
has been so good lately
and
i am upset when it comes back a high number.
Often,
when placing the needle in the device i use to stick my self,
i
prick my finger when closing the top,
that
is because i really can not tell depth with the glasses.
Morning
routine finished,
i
amble down the stairs,
more
alert and confident, with the glasses,
but
i won't yet call myself fully awake.
My
housemate is ready to leave for work
and
we exchange some information and he leaves.
I
sit down to the computer
and
as i type,
a
surge of energy comes into my body and mind
and
i am awake.
3 comments:
I rise much earlier and am happy doing so. However there are times when I sleep in and lose track of what day it is. Also I fumble for my glasses on a very cluttered dresser and usually knock several things on the floor.
I am not an early riser, not a coffee drinker. As I get older, I don't need much sleep :)
East Coast Life, not needing much sleep is a good thing, you get to experience more life! I was fairly used to burning the candle on both ends (up late, up early), but not any more, things have become more difficult.
Grannie, i thought you might relate!
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