a.m.

she woke up with a start. sunlight streamed through the corner window and kids played in the street below. it was already two o'clock, she realized and she turned over to savor the warm bedsheets another minute or two before facing the day and its responsibilities. the blue sky outside chirped and hummed with excitement and intangible promise, however, making sleep impossible, so she sat up and rubbed her eyes and reached for the cell phone. missed calls and email and IMs overwhelmed her undercaffinated brain so she threw it across the room and wandered barefoot down the hall to the kitchen . fuck mornings she muttered as she dumped water and four times too much ground Folgers into the machine. it gurgled and belched steam before filling the cracked pot with brewed coffee. the dirty grime on the prison style counter became a little less noticable as she sippped it slowly, black with sugar. the day might be survivable after all. the blue sky shone brightly but she wouldn’t leave without at least a shower and some makeup, which put her back two hours or so when she included her lazy morning newspaper ritual that she indugled in on her days off. FUCK FUCK FUCK the day was gone, eaten up by some useless party the night before. blue skies turned brown and then black.