(Image via ManRepeller)
The day started as most days do - with me in bed. However, after being woken up by faint shuffling downstairs, (my house is the antithesis of sound proof, devised by my parents to avoid any late night 'sneak out of bed' sessions when we were little. What I thought were my mother's magic powers were actually just squeaky floor boards) a cloud of confusion descended upon me. I tried to blink my sleep away but the world only half came into focus. I rolled into my duvet, hoping to hide away from the day but I noticed three obnoxiously yellow eyes staring back at me. They glared 8.03 at me. I blinked again and 3 less terrifying blue eyes smiled at me, faintly blinking 7.03.
(Image via Angelica Blick)
My trusty clock radio and phone had conspired against me. They were out to get me. Each telling me different things. Had there been a power cut? I wanted to believe anything to justify staying in bed for that precious hour longer. But no. There was no power cut. This was Spring. I overestimated the power of technology believing that it was supposed to do it all and allow us humans to become lazy and eventually irrelevant. But looks like my 'A.I' nightmares are a way off yet. (Note to self: Manually change alarm clock next year.)
With this monologue running through my head, I realised that I couldn't prolong the inevitable any longer.
A rushed bowl of cereal and some old school OC later and I was ready to start the day. Flustered but alive.
Now to offset the ordeal that was my morning, I'm going to spend my afternoon lusting over flouncy things, walking barefoot and daisy chains - because who doesn't love wrapping themselves in weeds?
Here's to surviving the Summer.
(Images via: 4th & Bleeker, Am-Lul, Angelica Blick, ManRepeller & WGSN Tumblr)
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