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Published: 2003-06-18 16:39:04 +0000 UTC; Views: 164; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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Description I wake up and turn off the alarm clock
I don\'t want to wake anyone else
Mom will hear it if I don\'t hit it quick
Then I will be in trouble again
I sit at the side of my bed
rubbing my face and blinking my eyes
I grab my house coat and my bag of shower stuff
I head out of my bedroom without a sound

I head down the halls
I don\'t want the floor to creak
Mom might hear it
I will be in trouble again
I creep past my sister\'s room
careful not to wake her, sleeping beauty
I see her hair swept around her face
2 feet, 4 inches of wisps flowing around her face

I head through the bathroom door
closing the door after hitting the light
I don\'t want anyone to see the light
I don\'t want to be in trouble again
I take off my hosue coat
climb into the cold, white, hole
turn on the water and wait for it to get warm
wash all of the filth away from me, and wish my thoughts were washed too

Out of the shower I step
drying off in the warmth of the terrycloth towels
I hope noone hears the water slowly draining away
I can\'t bear to be in trouble again
I put on my house coat
creep quietly back to my room
slide in the door, careful to be silent
and drop my shower bag behind the door

I ponder what to wear today
silently open my drawers without squeaks
can\'t handle to get in trouble again
I reach for my shirt, socks, and under garments
put them on and slowly open the makeshift closet
grab a pair of pants and put them on
look at myself in the mirror
I am dressed but not ready yet

I climb back onto my bed
there is a mirror at the end of the foot board
I grab my brush and untangle my hair
no creaking on the bed, I might get heard
I don\'t want to be in trouble now do I?
Put my hair up or stright, or maybe in braids
set my brush in it\'s basket
not a sound

I grab my organized bag of make-up
put on some colours, to make my face less colourless
The zipper doesn\'t make a noise
I might have gotten in trouble if it did.
I put the bag back on my dresser
and put my jewelery on
first the two necklaces, followed by 50 bracelets and 2 rings
I might put on the third ring, but not usually

I grab my backpack and head downstairs
holding close to my chest
I know how mom hates the keycains to rattle
I always get in trobule for that
I sigh a breath of relief
as I reach the bottom of the stairs
I set down my backpack
I\'m almost there

I grab my lunchbag and head for the kitchen
grab a pop and a snack and place it inside
The fridge slowly purrs
but not so loud as to get me in trouble
I grab a yogurt and spoon
eat it in the dark
Place the garbage in it\'s can
place my lunch in my backpack

I may have spare time
to go on the computer, or sit alone
before I put on my shoes
and wait by the door
I walk out into the open
I can hear the birds, see a friend heading to my door
There is feeling outside of my door
That\'s how I konw I\'m still alive when I leave in the morning
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Comments: 3

celest [2003-07-10 05:20:35 +0000 UTC]

Sleeping Beauty? I think not... sleeping redeyed monster, maybe.. or just Beth, ugly and short...?

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sixhours [2003-06-18 17:09:49 +0000 UTC]

It's sad. Always having to stifle yourself for fear of "getting in trouble." I don't know why, but it struck a chord. I love the description of daily activities one normally doesn't notice or think about in such depth.

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nightwhispers [2003-06-18 16:45:49 +0000 UTC]

Wow. I can definitely relate to this. Very descriptive.

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