Carpe Deim

Some people spring out of bed at 6 AM, ready to take on the day.

I prefer rising out of my slumber at times not ending with AM.

"Go away," I tell no one. "Leave me alone." I mumble as I swat at the air. Yet the morning still tugs at my mind to rise out of dream world. I force myself to sit up and turn off my alarm clock which screams like an obnoxious freshman.

I rub my eyes and look around my dark room. I hate mornings! I ESPECIALLY hate MONDAY mornings! Anger boils behind my lungs which quickly turns to sadness, with the thought that I could count the number of hours I had slept on one hand. Almost no light filtered in from the closed blinds. The suns not even up! This is so cruel. My eyes sink closed, my body starts to float back into the warmth of dream world, but some strange part of my mind yanks me back into the cold reality.

            I drag myself into the bathroom, shifting the faucet head all the way to warm. Cold water gushes out. I sigh and timidly splash the ice onto my face and hair. Shivers creep down my spine as I try and cement down the jungle of dirty blonde curls on top of my head. A monster growls in my stomach as I put on jeans that fit kinda funny and spend five minutes looking for a stupid shirt. School. School is making me do this. I Hate it! I lumber down the steps and something catches my eye out of the front window. Was it just a heavy frost, no. It was snow: the most wonderful thing God had ever created. My neighbor across the street pulls out of her driveway and I realize that only the grass is covered. The roads are clear.

I sadly stumble into the den and turn on the TV. The bright light burns my fragile retinas. I rub my eyes and see the most beautiful thing in the world. Even though it flashed in Spanish, I could still make the number 2 amongst the foreign words. The English translation affirmed the glory. Spotsylvania Schools will be on a 2 hour delay on blah blah…code 34.

I turn off the TV and look out at the soft blanket of snow outside. Yes! I turned on the warm, dim lights of the Christmas tree and collapse on the couch. 9 AM sure wasn’t noon, but it was a heck of a lot better than 6 AM. *sigh* I always did consider myself a morning person.

Hello, dream world.