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Finally Awake
FINALLY AWAKE
How do people start their day?
How about with breakfast?
A cup of tea,
Perhaps even coffee.
Everyone has a morning routine
Here is mine
I start the day, I wake from a sound sleep
My alarm ringing in the background of my mind
I drag my body from the slumber of my covers
As I snap my light on from the fan,
Cla-Chunck
I make my way out of my room
Venturing to the bathroom
Missing the light switch
Three or four times until
Blinded,
The light shatters my retinas as it flicks on
I grasp my toothbrush and start brushing vigorously
The plaque erases from my dental cavities
As I brush,
Rinse,
And spit.
Onto the kitchen where the dogs lay
My breakfast awaits
As I feel my stomach roll and rumble
Gandering in the cupboard
I find no cereal
And find myself angered
At the sight of no material
For my mother has not grabbed it from the store
I’ll have to extend my search
As I mosey onward
I rip the fridge open
Still without a word
As it is my first checkpoint
Finding myself staring at fruit cups and bagels.
Upset by this fact I move to checkpoint “B”
Standing,
I jerk open the freezer
Within, frozen wonderland of french toast and waffles
I reach in,
As if I were going for the kill
I grasp my French toast,
Surprised by the chill
Popping them in the toaster waiting for them to warm
I scarf my breakfast
Filling my gullet
Finally feeling Awake
My mom and my sisters,
They never ask questions
For they know, when a brutha’ is eatin’
There is no speakin’
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