Dancing Naked In the Morning
03/28/08
Good morning. What’s so good about mornings anyway?
I woke up this morning hitting the snooze button on my own biological alarm clock, for I had intended on sleeping in. Judging by the strength of the light streaming through the burgundy sheer of my window treatments, I gathered that it was around seven o’ clock. Give me one more hour.
I was right. I lounged around in bed until 8:14, which is what my microwave oven clock read when I got myself to trudge out to the dreadfully cold kitchen. My sinuses were irritated and my night and day contacts felt dry. My mind revs itself up first thing in the morning and never wants to shut up.
After using the bathroom, I remembered that I kept forgetting to jot down my first thoughts of the morning for over a month now. So far my thoughts first thing in the morning, that I can remember anyway, were questioning matters of time, love, loneliness, and my breasts.
One good thing about loneliness is the freedom of lack of inhibition. Yesterday, after charging myself up with a coffee energy drink, I sang and danced all over my house with my lovely Libman broom. Today, I intend on washing out my morning breath, bathing, and dancing again. Without anyone around, I can dance across the vinyl flooring in nothing but towels, shake and shimmy, swing my head around, and whipe my towel around like a fool. I can sing like one too.
Booze and cigarettes for breakfast! What an odd morning craving. I just had to have had a taste of Disaronno amaretto. Last night I fell asleep with this urge to drink and smoke too. The residual numbness was also lingering.
It has been happening for three days now. At first, I thought it was just a nicotine buzz from starting to smoke after not having done so in a while. Now that it has been three days of my face and arms being numb on and off, I don’t think so anymore. Right now, the entire left side of my body is numbed out, from my face to my toes. I can walk it off.
Now, I need to wake up with my bath, morning coffee, loud music, and dancing. I may be numb, but I can still get a move on. Top o’ the mornin’ to ya! Hi ho cheerio!