All I need is you | Mileven

An Unexpected Surprise

The sound of my blaring alarm clock triggers me awake. As I reach over subconsciously with a lazy hand towards my bedside table to turn it off, I immediately hear the sound of something forcefully hitting the ground with a convulsive smash.

As I groggily opened my tired, bloodshot eyes and lifted my head off of my pillow, I slowly looked down. I noticed my alarm clock was in broken pieces, scattered all across my bedroom floor in a chaotic mess.

I slowly let out a gurgling moan, throwing my head back onto my pillow, while fisting my hands into my hair, muttering to myself in complete annoyance.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I hissed, in a lowered tone. "I just bought this expensive alarm clock, and look what happens. My long, uncoordinated, gawky noodled arms had to fucking knock it over."

As I raised my head off the pillow again, I could almost read a very indistinct, blurry digital group of numbers that was raised in a faint red colour on my smashed, already broken alarm clock. "6:47 am. Ugh." I complained.

I had such a hard time sleeping last night. My head is pounding like a drum and I feel like I could go right back asleep and wake up when something jaw-dropping happens. 

However, as an adult, with a job and a variety of responsibilities, like bills to pay, you can't do that sadly.

So I sluggishly threw my bed covers off myself, placed my bare feet into my cozy slippers and gradually carried my exhausted body over to the bathroom.

As I looked into the mirror, I could see a few dark bags under my eyes.

"Yep, definitely didn't get enough sleep last night."

I quickly opened the glass mirror, grabbed my bright blue toothbrush, lazily squirted some toothpaste on and started to brush my teeth.

Once I rinsed my mouth and closed the mirror door, I swiftly got undressed out of my cotton pyjamas and hopped into the shower to wash my hair. As I feel the hot water run down my body, my brain starts to wander into an oblivion.

"Ugh. I've been in this apartment for already a month now, and I'm still dreading getting out of bed every morning and going to my stupid job."

As I lean my back against the shower wall, hitting my head, I let out an exaggerated sigh. Slowly, I feel my eyes fill up with watery tears that swiftly sprawl down my cheeks.

"So stupid!" I whimper out, wiping my teary eyes as I feel my chin uncontrollably start to wobble into a forced frown.

Wiping my eyes and face again. I'm not going to cry today. No more Mr. emotional.

All I wished is that I had something positive going on in my life. But I'm not going to spend today wasting my tears. I got bigger things to worry about right now.

Once I'm finished crying my eyes out in the shower like some big baby, I wrap a fresh bath towel around my waist and begin to try to do a decent job with my hair.

However, it's gotten so long to the point where I just gave up and let it be just a curly, shaggy mess. I definitely need to get a trim one of these ways.
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As I'm about to walk out of my apartment, I unexpectedly remembered that I have my broken, smashed alarm clock that's scattered around my bedroom floor.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself again, rolling my eyes in disbelief and irritation. "I'm going to be late."

After a lot of contemplating, I then make a rational decision, and I quickly run back in. Grabbing the dustpan and the broom that's hung up against the wall, I  lazily sweep up the remaining broken pieces.