I wake up
feeling the alarm’s vibrations deep beneath the blankets
that encompass me.
The annoying high pitched noise screeches in my ears like
a chicken cuckooing when the sun rises in the morning.
I press snooze -
I lay there in stillness
not moving a single muscle.
My eyes are glued shut. I rub them gently
squinting them open.
I turn on the lamp switch realizing
it is Monday.
The utter most dreadful day of the week is Monday mornings.
I maneuver my body out of bed.
My eyes are sensitive to the bright light. Struggling,
I topple over the laundry pile.

I open the door to the washroom
beginning to brush my teeth.
The taste of stale mint
tingles on my tongue.
I am now gazing at my unveiling reflection in the mirror -
My hair looks as if it’s been caught in a whirlwind.
Its 8:05 am,
I have precisely 25 minutes to be in my grade 12 English class.
I scurry around
the house to collect my books
dropping
a few along the way.
I pop a piece of toast in the toaster
struggling to tie my tie at the same time.
“DING” the toast shoots up from the toaster:
I butter and jam taking a big bite
as I flee out the front door.

I get into the car
Something’s missing
I don’t have shoes on my feet.
Quickly I throw my bag in the front seat. I am now Husain Bolt running
to get my Hush Puppies.
I look at my watch and its 8:24,
time is approaching quickly. I can’t be late.
The poetry assignment is due and I’m the first to go! I pull up to
the school drop off area quickly jumping out of the car;
adrenaline kicks in, and begin to run.
I am running past the locker rooms,
up the stairs, carrying my (at least)
10 pound bag over my right shoulder.
I think to myself for a brief second of how I should maybe join the running team.
I am trying to catch my breath as I approach the second stairwell.
I take a deep breath in then out;
I open the door which seems to be locked
oddly no one’s around. With slight confusion and curiosity
I reach for my time table in my bag…
On the Brightside,
I do have a good sense of humour,
Don’t ya think?