I am already awake when the radio comes on… it is early *checks the clock*… I yawn just writing that… it is early and awful… I am really not a morning person, I am cranky.
I roll over and smack it to turn it off… *groan*… lie there for a few moments, stalling…
My computer is right *there*… I turn it on, check emails from bed… usually at least one of them will make me smile.
I tumble out of bed, rub my eyes, I sleep nude, it is cool this early. I grab a sarong and wrap it around myself, head to the bathroom. Look in the mirror… ugh… eye drops, shower on, the water too hot, always, even in summer…
My ex (not ‘my boy’, another ex… I have them hanging around…) is staying with me at the moment… long story. I hear him in the kitchen. He is up at this ungodly hour, surprising… I hear chopping…
I am wrapped in fabric as I step out of the bathroom, wave a bleary hello to my ex on the way back to the bedroom.
I petulantly grab things from the wardrobe, put on black g-string, black bra, jeans, a fitted top… pad into the kitchen in time for the noise of the juice maker. Orange, apple, beetroot, celery, zuchini, carrot, ginger… he hands me a big green plastic cup of juice… I smile and thank him, terribly sweet. He heads back to bed.
I take the juice back into the bathroom, gulp it while I moisturise. Brush my teeth, lip gloss, check the time. Pull on boots. Trudge off to work resentfully.
And so the day begins.