Too Much, Too Late

Today started off with this: My alarm went off at exactly 4:20 a.m.

Good morning!
Good morning, I'm Late for Work!

I turned off the alarm and gave myself permission to sleep for 5 minutes more.

5:08 a.m. – My eyes flew open all to suddenly. By force of habit, I grabbed my mobile phone and checked the time. Crap. At this time, I should have been getting ready to leave the house. I shot up out of bed like you wouldn’t believe and made it to the bathroom in record time. I was lightning fast! I was faster than a speeding bullet! Ha! Take that, Superman!

5:21 a.m. – After taking The World’s Fastest Shower, I am in the passenger seat of our family car. My head is aching due to the ungodly way of getting out of bed. (It only means that I didn’t stretch out and lay there for a couple of seconds before sitting up and dragging my ass out of bed. Oh so slowly.)

6:06 a.m. – I clocked in the office. I am late! Hurrah! This 6 in the morning shift is proving me wrong. I can get late. I am not as invincible as I used to think.

And let me tell you, hurrying along the pavement while taking notice of the sun beginning to shoot out its rays on the not-so-dark-now sky felt weird. Usually, I come into the office when the sky is still dark and the sun has not yet screamed out at the world in its blazing glory.

Tangent: My mom has an iPhone 4S now. How unfair is that? She didn’t even want an iPhone 4S. Maybe I could wheedle her in scrounging around for long ago gaming consoles like the Family Computer or even an Atari. Or both. Tell her to stick with what technology she knows by heart and can use even with both her eyes shut. HAHA.

image source: Always Be Cool


To Quote Stephen King: “Full Dark, No Stars”

Early Monday Morning
Early Morning, Good Morning!

5:25 a.m. I shuffle my tiny feet and get off the jeepney. I then start my short, nondescript journey towards McDonald’s. The sun has not yet risen. The air is brisk and a bit cool.

5:28 a.m.  Inside McDonald’s, everything is bright and I could count with one hand the number of people eating in the outdoor area.

5:32 a.m. I head back outside and then proceed to my brief trek towards the office.

5:58 a.m. The packets of sugar and creamer are on my desk. I pause in the middle of pouring the first sugar. Should I go ahead and put all three or limit myself to two? I dump all three. I have sweet tooth. Why throw caution to the wind?

This short trip from my house to McDonald’s to the office still has me feeling that something is off. The things around me seemed like versions of themselves in an alternate universe. The roads were not clogged with public utility vehicles and private automobiles. The church area was not teeming with people. And as I walked to and from McDonald’s, it was dark and quiet. Everything was just hushed. It’s unsettling and believe it or not, it got me worried. Worried for reasons I don’t know. Like I said, it’s probably the feeling of being off. Like someone pulled the rug from underneath my feet and I when I landed on my butt, I looked around only to find that all the things I held familiar weren’t so familiar anymore.

image source: “Dawn” by Niznoz