Mornings
Constant low hum of the fish tank in the corner. The shuffling by the bookcase is yet to happen. The tv on downstairs in the living room. And the washing machine is on downstairs too.
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Constant low hum of the fish tank in the corner. The shuffling by the bookcase is yet to happen. The tv on downstairs in the living room. And the washing machine is on downstairs too.
She awoke, the cold light of morning creeped through the drapes as if it were planned to rise her from the cold dead she sleep she bestowed onto herself, bottle still in hand, third night in a row.
.6. Dora felt it the next morning. The late night, the theatre, the dirty death money going into her savings account. She felt it in the morning alarm.
Falling into a stupor A rut Feels like the same thing Over and over Get up While complaining Get up In the cold Get up In the warm Get up And do the same thing Not a morning person Let me sleep...
Chapter 5 I deliberately woke myself up at 2:00, Hey, I need to think of a plan. But I suppose I don't need to wake myself up THAT early, because the operation was at 9 o'clock.
Contains swearing. Surprisingly...
Stetson woke up sweating, convulsing uncontrollably, pale as the snow he dreamed of. It had been the same nightmare each sleep since the accident.
Yesterday was one of those days that begin with a fanfare. From morning until evening, everything goes smoothly.
8:00. time to get dressed. turn on some music. fuck stress. Prozac and cereal. then run to the door. grab my board. and fucking hit the floor. time to go. and go and go.
Saturday I'll get a lay-in. Cos mum's gone to work. But in my room. My dogs do lurk. Say morning to one of them. Then they're both on me. They want cuddles. But not a thing I can see.
The most important lady in his life, woke with a song, The other hid under the duvet, where she did so love to belong.
J was in bed, a lonely, frigid bead of sweat was running sluggishly down his ashen forehead, by now he's only scarcely remembering the mystifying scenes that were unfolding in the dream plains before...
Woke up this morning, Hadn't a clue where I was, Didn't know if it was the weekend, Or if I needed to go to work. Brain all fuzzy, Eyes full of glue, Took quite some time, for my head to compute.
I loved the way the morning light came cascading through the shuttered window. The blinds couldn't hold back the light, seeping in through every crack. And with it came the warmth of a new day.
Shake the sweet subconscious. Covers let me be. Pillows plumped and pretty. Please hold my dreams for me. I'll leave them where I left them. Scattered on fields of white. Please do not disturb.
It truly is amazing how ones life can change so dramatically all of a sudden. Those problems that had once consumed our lives, seem so petty.
I get up and bang my head on my ceiling. Why did I have to get the small room?. I sigh and carefully get out of bed. I hear Red downstairs. "Woof. Woof. Woof!" He rambles on to my older brother Sam.
Your late for work Can't leave without me. Your screaming and shouting, 'Where's the bloody keys!' Am I under the sofa. Under your bed. Was I on the table. Or the fireplace instead.
Two and a half hour delay, I'll get to enjoy a little more of my day. No school for two and a half hours, Able to take a decent shower. Then have an egg and some bacon, Then write and have lots of...
I slowly opened my eyes as the early morning rays hit my face. I glance at my alarm clock and, oh no, I'm late for school. I quickly fling off the covers and run into the shower.
Laying in my bed so warm No plans for the day Knew the snow was coming So planned it this way Sent a cheeky text To my hubby, who is up It was a small image Of a coffee cup Lol.
Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping When my peace is ruptured by a horrible beeping. My serenity ripped from me, sudden and drastic By this evil, demonic, red-eyed piece of plastic.
First day back at work is always such a killer. Up at 3am battling blind with sandwich filler. Another 12 hour day at least lies ahead. All I really want is to jump back into bed.
Ahhh dreams Sweet dreams "kate wake up" Who said that "DINGDINGDINGDING" NNNOOOOOOO i have to get up No go to sleep But what about school.