It was just like yesterday. The loud unsymphonic unsympathetic noises startling me from my drowsy rest. The thin tinny sounds sounded like a great masterpiece once published, but the cacophony denied any further resemblance. It was much too loud. The heavy soft warm futon pressed my body back into the harder cushion beneath. I rolled sideways. Handel probably was too, the way his Sonata was being so shamelessly butchered. I snickered and grimaced, simultaneously. Squeezing my eyes tighter, I pulled my neck towards my shoulders, and vainly grabbed for the source of noise, that awful noise. It was cold and the chilled remains of condensed dampness hung on invisible hooks of air. My bed-warmed skin complained at the exposure, its hair bristling in defense. Somehow I found the rude piece of plastic blurting it's unfriendly call into the groggy world. My thumb smashed several keys down on the phone's surface. No effect. I'd have to use more mental concentration to find the single correct button which would allow me five minutes more of peaceful sound-free warmth. But that would wake me more than I wished to be woken. I pulled the phone under a pillow. No, not my pillow, get out get out! I threw it to the foot of the bed where it obliviously screamed a series of raucous sounds. Pulling myself deeper into the futon I thanked all existance for thick blankets, and then quickly retracted the gratitude as I heared the cell-phones muffled twittering. I'm sure I uttered several inhuman growls as I removed myself from my comfotable surroundings. My eyelids felt soggy and weighted from the dreamworld sitting upon them and begging to be let in again. I lifted my hands to my face, rubbing the skin vigorously and then lifting my lids manually, as if my body, in weariness, had shut off all muscle stimulation to the area. It was hard to focus. My eyes rebelliously refused to co-operate with each other as they obtusely pointed towards different locations. I shook my head hard enough to snap all the delicate threads of the dreamy webbing confining me, and then reached towards the focus of my annoyance. Finally. I could hear my ears sighing with relief, over my body's groaning and complaining. Now sitting up, it seemed all my energy was gone, spent in that solitary irritation. My head dropped back on the pillow. What time was it anyway? I miraculously found my watch amid the clutter on my desk and confusedly examined the watch face before realizing that the watch was upside-down. Mmmhmm. eight... fiftytw...WHAT?! I tensed. Oh no no... seven. seven fifty-two. Still, not much time, but at least I wasn't late. Yet. I stared at the white undecorated ceiling for a while, before realizing that it would be a good idea to get out of bed before I fell asleep. I rolled off the edge of the mattress, landing with a soft bump on a pile of assorted junk. My slippers, they were soft enough, a hairbrush, ungh ow, a box of, oops mustn't crush that. My feet slid swifty along the carpet as they struggled to cast of a thin plastic grocery bag which stubbornly stuck to my skin and gain some purchase on the ground. I bumped my head on the leg of my chair in the process. Mmf. I sat down on the hairbrush, pulled the bag off, and stood up. I guess you could say I was awake.
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