I heard my alarm, but I didn’t want to shut it off. If I shut it off, that would mean I’d have to open my eyes. If I opened my eyes, that would mean I’d have to muster up the courage to pull myself out of bed… and if I pulled myself out of bed, then I’d have to accept that my restless night of “sleep” was over.
It was time to start my day. But today, I was tired.
The temperature change as my toes kissed the bathroom tile confirmed that this wasn’t a dream. Each step felt like I had 50 LB weights tied to each leg. The faucet said, “good morning” with its usual squeak. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wondered how much farther the bags under my eyes would go.
It was time to wash my face. But today, I was tired.
As I walked passed my cat, I thought about last night. I thought about the 2:09 AM wake up call… the BANG BANG BANG on my door as he repeatedly smacked one of my dog’s toys and a pack of tissues (I still have no idea how he got this) against it. I glared at him as I walked to the kitchen for a drink of water.
I should have said good morning. But today, I was tired.
Today was the last day before a shortened spring break. It had been a long year- a long first year to boot with so many twists and turns that I can barely think straight.
And while there is always so much to be grateful for… today I was tired.
Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by