One of my worst fears was realized on Wednesday morning this week. I am currently sick, and sleep is even more important to me than it already is. I have been having trouble sleeping at night because of this, but I still have to go to school, then go to work after that. So, every night I begrudgingly set the alarm and spring out of bed whenever it goes off.
However… somehow… Tuesday night, I forgot to set my alarm clock. Wednesday morning, I was still in bed and my body was feeling actually very rested, but my mind was thinking, ‘You should be getting up soon, right?’ I heard my bedroom door open and my sister came in. I asked her, “What time is it?”
“It’s 6:50,” she told me. My alarm (when set) is supposed to go off around 6:00 a.m. Needless to say, I was thoroughly alarmed (terrible and tongue-in-cheek pun) and ripped my sleep mask off.
“What the f*ck! It’s 6:50?! What the hell?!” I cussed as I flung my covers over my pillow and dressed like a storm was dressing me. My short, tousled strands of hair were tamed with spray, my teeth scrubbed and polished, and I was flying out the door like the Red Baron was on my tail. I always pride myself on being punctual (if even a little early) for everything, and I had important tests to take that morning. Luckily, I made it before class started (with a coffee, but minus a breakfast), took my tests, passed all three, and spent the rest of the period trying not to starve to death. Here’s some advice peeps: always make sure that you get up when you’re supposed to. Remember, the early bird gets the worm!
And on that note, it’s been real!
It's Been Real! 