Another day, another musing.
The day begins like so many others. I wake slowly as if coming out of a hazy vision. My eyes wander to the clock, partially blocked by the tall, faux wood dresser, which contains it. I shift my eyes downward, noticing the dvd player is still on, but the T.V. isn't. Apparently my mom, or brother slipped in while I was asleep and shut it off. Maybe that's why I woke an hour earlier than usual.
I finally wake enough to gather the desire to move myself. So, I shift my legs quickly over the side of the bed and push myself from the matress and to my feet. I walk slowly out of my room, the previous nights dreams fading with each step. I let my addiction to the internet pull me to the computer in my mom's kitchen to check the usual sites.
Eventually my eyes shift to the clock on the lower right corner of the monitor. Showing me, once again, that I am going to have to rush to get ready for work on time. I lift myself from the computer chair, which seems to creak more as each day passes and briskly walk to the bathroom to prepare myself for the monotonous day ahead of me.
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The door to the bathroom opens and steam flows through the opening, like cigarette smoke exhaled from a smokers opened mouth. I walk back to the sink to brush my teeth, slowly moving the bristles along my slightly yellowed teeth. Yet another reminder of an addiction that will never fade completely.
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Outside is beautiful today, perfect blue sky. I am able to make out every jetstream. I sigh and wonder if, like the jetstream, I will fade and be forgotten with time, or if someone will always remember me when I finally pass.
My lips curl into a small smile as my mind wanders to her...
My muse, my love.
I see her in the most obscure things. Hear her at the most random of times. Every time bringing a smile or a content sigh. Today I see her in the jetstreams. Hoping, praying, that my memories of her never fade like the jetstreams.
And now, I work.