threeinchestall

part 1

6:45am, an ascending alarm rings

snooze

6:50am, ascending alarm rings

snooze

7:00am,  another ascending alarm rings

wake up

a day where I finally don't have to pry myself from my pillow,

up against finally drifting to sleep at 3:00am.

turn shower to hot, when it burns my fingers it feels cold,

the tempurature and pain

the fact that both nerves are stimulated, but one of them travels slightly faster and reaches the brain milliseconds sooner is my fascination

wash, shampoo, condition

wearing my bathrobe and towel around my hair like a turban

in a daze staring at nothing through my mirror

listening to passing cars outside

inspect freckles on my face

pandora stereo: beck.

mascara both eyes

blow dry hair, open shutters to catch a glimpse of the neighbors chicken coop;

frost and sunlight

a slice of banana nut bread and aquafina

out the door

scrape snow off of my car with my Garden State DVD from my back seat

talk radio

the same route to work, for two and a half years.

text messages to the same boy I've loved for almost three years.

part 2

standing outside in crisp air waiting for bus loading

greet student with a smile and high five

accompany on the walk to class across soggy leaves

pushing wheel chairs make me tired

is it my lunch break yet?

discuss weather, calendar, yada yada

constantly questioning why I am where I am

learning to love the people I work with as much as I used to

school work

life skills

passion < compassion 

lunch break: cup of noodles 35 cents

music time

loading of buses

part 3

a drive home that should take 15 minutes turns into 35 minutes

thinking of all the things I could do when I get home when I know I'm too tired to do them

gather things from car

home

drop onto my bed

finish hanging clean laundry

folding laundry

zzzzzzzzzzzzz

i didn't write thank you notes

i didn't give to the needy

i didn't take photos

i didn't eat much

i didn't build an orphanage in africa

i didn't go to the mall

i didn't do homework

i didn't do much of anything

and it felt so incredibly wonderful

an absolutely ordinary day

is still worth reflecting upon

to me...