(Day 53) Morning at the Uncle's
“I can’t find a single thing in this drawer,” Matt complained as he shoved the contents aside with increasingly impatient swipes. “What is this one even for?”…
(Day 13) Philosophy Through Breakfast
He stood in the kitchen, propped up against the counter to eat his breakfast (he rarely ever sat down to eat) and stared at his bowl of cereal. The little…
The Morning After
My dorm room is spinning as my eyelids peak open. I feel nauseous, as if I am going to vomit. Immediately, I sit up, but then realize I am not wearing any…
Morning Jog
I don’t know if I’ve ever had a “runner’s high.” Apparently, running is supposed to make your brain produce endorphins and you turn into a euphoric ball of…
Ukulele fingers.
Wake up, headache. Shower and aspirin. Feel better. Need music. Break out ukulele. Strum chord, strum. Fingers hurt. Need to stop biting nails. No bandaids…
Sky
So the blackest night is broken, shattered by the sweeping dawn. Purple clouds, a remnant token of the darkness almost gone, touch the sky like mountains…
Morning at the Boardwalk
She stares across the lake but not at it; considers pathless, uncharted infinity. Her cup sweats in the humid morning air, drops falling unnoticed to the…
Late and Early Risers
Clarissa pushed away a tangled mound of red hair from her eyes, wrapping her robe more tightly around her body as she swayed toward the open french doors…
The Wanderer and his Wife
It was a buttered toast and cinnamon morning. I wore my robe, swirling across the cold kitchen floor to pour coffee, breathing its aromatic steam and watching…
The Morning Nightmare
I walked across the dingy carpet of the lobby and down the ill-lighted hall. My coworkers passed by, each flashing a quick smile or giving a subtle wave. The…
Memories (I)
Pink skies Shaken awake by a Gentle touch Dad peering down Dressed at this hour Stumbling around Sleep still gripping my thoughts Pulling, drifting, like the…
14 words I wish I could say
I would love to wake up next to you, and kiss you good morning.
the weights and shackles of dreams
_I had that dream again. That dream where I’m protecting the girl, but I’m taller, stronger. He comforts the girl, not me, but I’m the one doing the fighting…
Possible Somnambulism or Worse
Much to his surprise, Theodore awoke several miles from his house. A sunrise to rival any motel art rested over suburbia welcoming him to consciousness. As he…
What The Hell Are You Doing!?
I wake up weary in my bones and eyes. The digital clock switches from 5:37 to 5:38 the instant my line of sight focuses. I lay back catching the shock jolt…
Tomorrow's promise
As evening drew near we prepared ourselves for the worst. Bailey was bound to die with the light of day. Restless, she pawed at the ground, fighting fiercely…
Rainy Morning
I’m writing this from my kitchen The time is ten thirty am, The lighting is dim in the den I guess I’ll scrape the dirty dish landscape Once I eat some cereal…
Morning Messenger After Mead
Dawn had scarcely chased the revelers back to more private quarters when Kylun heard the rap at his door. Too foggy with sleep to be either excited or annoyed…
Rise and Shine
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm clock chirped gratingly. Elizabeth batted the snooze button. “Ugghhh.” Fumbling for her glasses, she almost fell out of bed. She…
Morning Routine
The alarm goes off, and I stumble out of the mitochondrion. I shower, shave, and dress, then make my way into the nucleus for breakfast. I sit down at the…