I was called both “baby” and “honey” before I even got out of bed this morning. I tried to keep up my end of the conversation, but let’s face it; morning is not my strong suit. Not without a strong cup of coffee.
I ignored the voice that said, “Sorry baby, did I wake you?”. And it although it dripped with patronization and ridicule it was also tainted with ever so slight apologetic undertones. I retreated further into the security of my duvet and the cooler side of my pillow relishing the way my bare arms melted into down filled goodness.
I told my favorite white lie of all. “Don’t worry about it; the alarm was going to go off any minute now anyway. I should be out of bed.” Lies, lies, lies. The alarm wasn’t supposed to go off for another hour and 12 minutes. I wouldn’t get out of bed for at least another hour and a half. At least.
The voice on the other end of the phone reminded me that he was coming to pick me up at 7:30 am. I tried to dust a layer of morning fog off of my brain and came up with no good reason why I needed to be out of bed this early on this particular morning.
NSCAD registration, he reminded me.
I reminded him that he was a week early. Registration didn’t begin until next week.
I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. “Honey, time to get out of bed”. I could hear the smirk in his voice mocking me. And before I knew it, I had half an hour to make myself presentable to the outside world. Coffee and breakfast awaited me.
By the time I strolled into the office (15 minutes early to boot!), I was awake, energized and ready to tackle the day. Breakfast and coffee started the day out on a great note.
Besides, I have a lot more respect for someone who is trying to get me out of bed rather than into it.
I ignored the voice that said, “Sorry baby, did I wake you?”. And it although it dripped with patronization and ridicule it was also tainted with ever so slight apologetic undertones. I retreated further into the security of my duvet and the cooler side of my pillow relishing the way my bare arms melted into down filled goodness.
I told my favorite white lie of all. “Don’t worry about it; the alarm was going to go off any minute now anyway. I should be out of bed.” Lies, lies, lies. The alarm wasn’t supposed to go off for another hour and 12 minutes. I wouldn’t get out of bed for at least another hour and a half. At least.
The voice on the other end of the phone reminded me that he was coming to pick me up at 7:30 am. I tried to dust a layer of morning fog off of my brain and came up with no good reason why I needed to be out of bed this early on this particular morning.
NSCAD registration, he reminded me.
I reminded him that he was a week early. Registration didn’t begin until next week.
I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. “Honey, time to get out of bed”. I could hear the smirk in his voice mocking me. And before I knew it, I had half an hour to make myself presentable to the outside world. Coffee and breakfast awaited me.
By the time I strolled into the office (15 minutes early to boot!), I was awake, energized and ready to tackle the day. Breakfast and coffee started the day out on a great note.
Besides, I have a lot more respect for someone who is trying to get me out of bed rather than into it.
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