I like being the first one up. It’s the peacefulness I’m after, but the cats are the first to prod me out of bed. Dewey takes me on around 4, bumping my head with his own then kneading my pillow relentlessly making sleep impossible. Lately an all out brawl begins between both cats begins well before dawn breaks. It’s too early to rise so I fling them off. Ultimately, it’s the return of Dewy and his incessant purring that pushes me out of bed somewhere before six.
The thought of going through my morning routine with a school day looming has begun to haunt me. It’s only March but, in the back of my mind I’m making mental calculations of the time it will take to fit my current relaxed morning routine into the slot allowed. In my fantasy it fits. Frothy coffee, the cats, Moose, two bunnies, the fire, yoga, shower, fashion decisions, news, email and the obligatory peer at Facebook all squnched in before 7:15. In truth, these thoughts curdle the coffee I sip.
In life necessity requires that priorities be made. This list will need to be cut.
Visions of coffee getting gulped and bunnies being ignored surface. I know now that I'll skip the news and shorten my yoga routine. I wince vividly reliving the escalation of my morning frantic-ness. I can hear the clattering that my shoes make as I charge up and down the stairs retrieving any number of miscellaneous items crucial to surviving a day at school. The daily dread will not be a dream but, my reality.
I can do this. I can't do this, duke it out in my head.
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