EveryDay Looks The Same Sometimes?Somedays its hard to struggle and get out of bed,
you just lay there and think of the day you have
waiting ahead. So don't feel bad we all feel the same,
and remember there is no one out there to blame.
You reset the clock what the heck I will just
snooze for a few; then before you know it
that time is done, the snooze button goes
off again too!
Oh, Well what to do now? Can I afford an extra
fifteen minutes? What will happen if I just set that
button just this time for an extra snooze or two?
Lets see its half past seven I will just set it for
a quarter of eight, that should do it then I will
just jump out of bed. I will take a quick
shower and dress, no way I could be late.
At quarter till eight the snooze button did
blare and he jumped out of his bed knocking over
a chair. This time he did not hesitate he rushed
for the shower he was really pushing it now, Those
extra minutes although sweet, meant no
playing around or for sure he'd be late.
He showered in a flash and dressed with such
skill; not bad as he walked by the mirror heading
straight for the car. Sitting behind the wheel,
sunglasses on, ready to roll he looked around for traffic to
avoid and prepared for his daily traffic plights. All of a sudden
he noticed something strange drew his attention to an even
more urgent sight. Something outside was just not
looking right.
Traffic itself was bare to minimal at best,
everyday commuters was down to a trickle. He
picked up the newspaper that had been on his step outside
his door, and staring right back at him at the top in
bold black type was written SATURDAY MORNING EDITION.
He laughed cause he knew it was no ones fault but his own.
Instead of fretting about being late, he should first remember
always to the check the date. He smiled to himself and said it
could have been worse but with a huge grin he said, at least
i'm already home!
Wickedone
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