Mondays- The longing.
6:40 am
Fluffy clouds of perfect sleep- warm covers caress, heavenly pillows rest my head, I still have five more minutes.
6:45 am
Filthy heathen alarm clock do your worst, I know your weakness, your one button I can push which I know for a fact will shut up your screaming. Let's have five more minutes.
6:50 am
The knock on the door. The one barabaic presence in my room I cannot silence with a button. My mother. Harsh words do so very well fit the feeling of a Monday morning. 'Get. Up.' I think. No. Let's have five more minutes.
6:55 am
The padding of paws is the next intruder- my room is under siege! There are black clothes on my bed that I dare not let the feline lie on- no amount of selotape can remove orange hair. I move my foot, a hiss, and the monster retreats. Let's have five more minutes.
7:00 am
Lights are being switched on downstairs, should I get up? Oh! The TV is still blaring, SpongeBob SquarePants do not test my patience. Please be quiet...
7:05 am
It ends. I thank whoever it is I should thank. I should get up. In five more minutes.
7:10 am
I haven't done my French essay. I haven't written my coursework on Jane Eyre. I haven't completed the practice questions. My legs involuntarily swing out of bed, my curtains are open, Lancashire's monday morning greets me with a howl of wind and a shower of rain.
If only i had five more minutes.
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Synopsis
Erm... this is pretty much how i felt this morning.
and every morning actually.
there's no real message behind this, it really is a black and white, clear as crystal piece.
Hope you like it!
by the way, does anyone else feel like this on a Monday or just me?
:) x
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