every morning

i wake up everyday to the blare of a ringtone. or an mp3 track. it was i who used to hold on passionately to a vinyl clock with wood grains and copper finishing, that must have been bought in the late 70’s or early 80’s, but that has sputtered its last peals in mid-college. after a few attempts at gadgets with mechanical faces and digital sounds, i finally succumbed to the cellular phone’s popular use as alarm clock. though i still keep that white cube of alternating lights as it told time and temperature. i’d use it if i could find it somewhere around here…

i fully wake up to a lonesome bed, chief having trod off to work at the crack of dawn. the light shifts colors, but i still feel like a few minutes under the sheets. sometimes i imagine he’s going to the mines or something that involves hard hats and flashlights, getting up so early like this, maybe i should pack a lunch of corned beef and java rice for him or cling wrap some microwave quick-melt cheese sandwiches. then i catch a glimpse of his laptop bag and oakley shades, and i realize my life coudn’t be that deeply enchanting.

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2 Responses to “every morning”


  1. 1 shan March 3, 2009 at 8:55 am

    Oh, but after having written this post, I know you realize that it is! Had an “awww” moment right there.
    🙂

  2. 2 ofel808 March 12, 2009 at 1:48 pm

    me too… awwwwww … 😀


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