I hear a truck’s engine start in the driveway.
My eyelids start to stir from the light streaming through the crack of the open curtain. Mental calculation based on truck’s start time everyday of the week tells me it’s just past 7am, which means I don’t have to open my eyes for another 10 minutes. Eyelid stir stops as I rebury my head back into the corner of the pillow attempting to fall back into dream state. Why were they ewoks roaming the hall of my elementary school again?
Merely wondering that thought jostles something in my brain. Now the ewoks remind me of the Cap Bridge treetop forest and the last time there when I wasn’t feeling so well. If only I had went to the doctors then perhaps this wouldn’t be happening now. Still waiting for a call on the next round. I have to make a list of calls today for work to cancel that workshop too. No theatre for you kids, only fun with clay now. Buy air dry clay. Should take tea in with me this morning, so at least the caffeine will make me partially social to speak with the newspaper people. Must put cranky curmudgeon feelings aside. Cur-mudg-eon. I love how that word sounds. I need to finish that gargoyle painting too…
My eyelids no longer feel heavy as my mind has awakened them with random thoughts buzzing around, blowing away sleep. I open them reluctantly, squinting to adjust to the light. My clock has 1 minute before the alarm is to go off. I turn it off before I hear the sound. I do this every morning, why do I even bother setting it in the first place. Because the day you don’t, is the day you will over sleep. Right.
Tomorrow I should just get up when I hear the truck’s engine start.