Monday 05:55
The sound of Adam Youngs synthesizer fills the room and while I am reaching for my phone my mind is screaming ‘Snooze!’. It furiously tap on the screen and turn around. What I thought to be the luminous idea of setting a song which I actually like as my alarm, aiming to make the waking-up process a bit more bearable, actually turned out to be a failure. I am absolutely not-loving the song right now. Ah well… The harshness of being set straight by reality once again. How to overcome this seemingly permanent state of sleep-deprivation? Naturally my body and minds first reaction to any loud noise which brutally rips me away from dream-land is ‘Buzz off!’. Reflecting on my strategy, I come to believe I won’t ever find an appropriate alarm-song which will have me waking up with a big fat smile on my face. If I don’t change that song today, it can be very much expected that I will be cursing poor Adam Young once again tomorrow morning. However, I must admit that waking up to any song still beats being blasted into reality by the horrible brain-drilling sound of a regular alarm-clock. The stark, grim contrast between dreaming and waking…
When the song starts playing for the fourth time, I stop procrastinating and manage to break out of the musical torture. I get up and slide my feet into my cold slippers, grab my bathrobe from a hanger on the door, and shuffle into the kitchen. I routinely dunk an espresso-cup into the far too expensive espresso machine, grab a cup from the cupboard and place it on the designated coffee-Heli-pad area. After hitting a button, the machine comes to life buzzing and creaking, and I stand watch as my magical day-kick-starter slowly pours out of the machinata. I am not particularly looking forward to this cuppa Joe, since I bought the knock-off brand; The store ran out their usual A-listed supply. A shame really, cause I enjoy a good coffee in the morning. I could always get back to the more crafty way of coffee-making; buying and grinding my own beans and dig up my Italian percolator from the storage. I discarded this habit years ago, to shave precious minutes of my morning routine to sleep a little longer. With the comfort of my warm, soft bed still fresh in the memory, I consider if having a fragrant and tasteful cup of coffee in the morning will be worth leaving that heavenly bed-bliss a couple of minutes early. A consideration quickly made; Sleep: – one, tasty coffee: – zero.
When I take a sip, I realise that any Italian would probably spit this slurry out instantaneously and somber I imagine what it could have tasted like. So much for starting the day right. When heading back to get ready for the day I pause in front of the mirror. A quick glance at my reflection concludes that the two weary looking eyes staring back at me do not thrilled. Mental note; more sleep, less alcohol. Current energy level resembles that of an overweight sloth on hot day, after a big night out. Ah well…
I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
Take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.
And you blushed as they scooped you up on sugar maple wings,
To gaze down on the city below, ablaze with wondrous things.
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn’t want to live there.
The Real World – Owl City
Read up on following events in next episode: ‘Up and about‘.
