Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I live with my parents

Dark.

I am suddenly I wake up to the sound of my mother's alarmed shouts, "6:30! 6:30!" Crap.
In my frantic fury I climb down the ladder of my bed, switch on the light, and take a quick look at the clock: 4 AM. Less frantic and more furious, I pretend-choke her; she laughs-I laugh inside. I get a glass of water. discomfort. I stand a while in the kitchen, realizing the opportunity to do so many things: take a shower, do the laundry, take some time for myself. I shrug this off and climb back up the ladder for another chance at peace.

Lighter.

Brring. Brring. The sound of my father calling me to wake up. He is in the other room. I look down to find an illuminating 6:15 staring up at me. Shoot. I only have weird socks left to wear. My hair is so greasy. I climb down the ladder, grab my phone, and immediately lie down on the couch, falling resting on a bunched up blanket. 6:21. 20 minutes left to be presentable for the rest of the day. No time left. to be nothing. time. time to get moving. Walking to the bathroom, my dog meets me halfway. "oh, hey". pet pet pet I pat him on the head. "Oh, you're soft" I indulge in petting him for 20 seconds more. His tail starts wagging like crazy. At least I'll make one I made someone happy today. Bathroom: Brush spit, rinse, lather, rinse. A look in the mirror, naked face. Room: tshirt, sweater, jeans, extremely long socks-eyeliner, curl, mascara, eyebrows? no-coat,scarf,backpack-6:41-sunrise.