the girl in the orange sweater

It's a tale to tell
2011-02-15 22:28:40 (UTC)

Mornings suck

I did not sleep like the dead last night as I thought I would. I did not wake throughout
the night I did not stir but my dreams were tormenting and vivid, wild and disturbing. 
I woke to my roommate calling my name and the irritation that squeezed through my
veins was undeniable. Her car wouldn't start again. 
I turned picking up my phone and peering through foggy morning vision and blankly
stared at the time in utter disbelief. 7:23am. 
You've got to be kidding me! I thought. 
"I don't want to do this." i told her grumpily. "I don't even want to be awake right now. I
really don't want to fucking do this." 
"I know," she said apologetically. "but it's not going to start and i have to be at work in
5 minutes... Look, I'll try one more time but it's not goin to start." she rushed from my
room exasperated. 
I sighed to myself swinging my legs over the side of the bed. 'I'm not going to be able
to go to sleep again regardless if she gets it started or not.' I thought still half asleep
and dragging a pair of old jeans on and digging around the laundry basket to find
some worthless shirt. "at least the weather is supposed to be nice today" I mumbled to
myself. 
Moments later i can hear the engine of her car grinding, a nasty sick sound echoing
off the house and surrounding hills. With one last sick grind it burst into life and the
idle sounded normal calm and gentle. 
Sighing once more i rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Sitting back on my bed and
awaited for her to come back in the house. 
The back door slammed and she audibly sighed while grabbing her jacket from the
chair by the back door. 
"that sounded disgusting." I yelled my voice still rough from sleep and my exhaustion
from the nightmares. 
She laughed peeking her head around my bedroom door. "that was the worst noise
I've ever heard my car make. I think I did something nasty to it just now." 
"yes yes." I waved her off laying back down and picking up my phone. 1 email, I
smiled to myself. "don't forget to have a good day at work."
She laughed again at me, "you too valentine." 
I rolled my eyes at her with a half cocked grin. "I hope you know you're going to be
late. And you deserve it after that comment." 
With that she closed my door and was rushing her way into the great city of Loserburg
Tennessee. 
"worst holiday ever." I grumbled closing my eyes. Maybe I will sleep after all but not
before i remember to send this feedback. 
5 minutes and i was gone again on some wave of a dream. Pushing me and pulling
me across events that never existed creating things that i would write in my dream
journal and try to decipher any meaning at a later date. 




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