txt :: Early morning thoughts

How many times have you thought of finishing your dream before getting up? How many times have you snoosed or turned off the alarm while trying to say to yourself that you're going to lay for five minutes and then get up? This little, purely speculative, article will be a reflection on my own thoughts that will probably coincide with those that answered "yes" to at least one of the preceding questions.

Let me draw a very familiar picture for you.

... and you start running after the train trying to catch up because there, inside of it, are the kidnappers of your loved one. You run as fast as possible slowly getting closer and closer to the train car. Finally pushing to your limits and beyond allowed you to get close enough. You jump. Jump in hope that the push is strong enough. Ant it is, you're able to grab to the railing of the car with just three fingers. But that is enough and in the next moment you're already standing on the back balcony of the car...

...Beep, beep, beep. You can hear this unpleasant sound but don't want to open your eyes, don't want to strech you hand and press the magical button that can shut the annoying creature up...

... You prepare yourself because you know that as soon as you enter the car you'll have to fight. You'll have to face all these evil and enormously built bandits that took your women away from you so unpredictably. And you enter...

... Beep, beep, beep. Aaaaaa. Who has invented alarm clocks, right now I want to kill that person so that he would never have had engineered this evil machinery of the new age. You strech your arm in an attempt to reach this little beeping box that, it seems, is hiding from you and doing a pretty good job at it. You're blind, eyes absolutely can't be open. If you open them then you'll lose the thin and fragile thought that is leading your dream. You finally press the button that resides right on top of the clock and turn the unbearable beeping off. You fall back on bed and attempt to force your brain to find the "dream" which is barely visible and in addition to that you already don't remember what happen in the very beginning...

... You walk in and face tree of these huge bandits. The moment of silence, you all look at each other knowing that one of you has to fall, and you also know that the next move, next breath will decide that. One of the bandits reaches for a gun but you notice that...

... Beep, beep, beep. Not again, it can't be happening today. But it is, the monster is ringing again. How could you forget that snooze was on. This time you open your eyes, take the alarm and turn it completely off without having a single thought that the snooze might be on for a reason. But that doesn't help, it's already too late. Putting your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes and trying your best at falling back into the "dream" state just simply doesn't work. It's too late.

You open your eyes, look at the ceiling and wish you could cry because this happen so unfair. Thoughts like "screw work" and "I'll still fall asleep" keep running through your head but on the other side you do understand that it's time to get up and drag yourself to the shower. It's time to start another day. And the last thought that runs through your mind is that today the shower will have to be cold...

This little story could be about me or could be about you. But the point is that the early mornings are there and for some people it is almost impossible to get a hang of them.

fake.