The audible sounds of morning routines jostled her awake. As much as she tried to ignore it, they nudged her, taunting her to start the day. The birds joined together in choruses outside her window, the sounds of cars hustled off to work, the school bus made rounds to pick up noisy school children, her father clanged dishes together. You are so cruel to me. She thought as she made a face of indifference in the direction of the sunlight streaming through her window. She turned away and pulled the covers over her shoulders. Just a few more minutes of sleep, she insisted. As she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sounds that suppressed her slumber, she felt a wave of hot breath hit her face. She could feel a steady thump hitting the side of her bed. She opened her eyes to see her dog’s face less than two inches from her own.
“Alright, I’m awake! I’m awake!” she announced.
She arose from the bed, unlatched the door and bared to the left down the hallway as the energized canine raced passed her towards the back door.
She reached the door and used all of the morning strength she could muster to unwedge the lock on the door. The door swung open and the dog bounded out just in time for a freezing blast of air to push itself into the room, surrounding her body and bringing a chill to the entire room.
“I said, I’m awake!” She shouts. She slams the door and laughs inwardly at herself.
Mornings, they are simply unavoidable