Flash Fiction / Wake Me Up
At what point do we transition to being despondent? The moment when our alarm goes off or a loved one comes and wakes us up and we sigh, not again. Waking up. The defining moment of our day. We sit there and argue with ourselves. Everything we have today lets us go faster, be faster, keep up, do more things in less time. Yet the moment we have the most challenge with is the time we find ourselves, STOPPED. Wrapped in our cocoon of nothingness, blissful dreams and desires that we once thought we'd have, entertaining us through the night. No to do lists, deadlines or cell phones, meetings, laundry, bosses, people or paperwork. You squint your eyes shut tighter everyday. No, no.. not now you plead. I am not ready yet, as if father time will listen. You pull in, roll over, throw the blanket over your head. You remember waking moments, good moments. The smell of bacon in the morning when you were a kid. Christmas morning! Your first lover caressing your neck, hands running down your spine. Vacation to the beach three years ago. What wins the argument? The Daddy, Daddy..? The third hit on the snooze button. Your hand runs under the pillow, you feel the softness of the sheets, the smell of the downy, hear the kids down stairs. Your fingers curl into a slight ball and you push your self up. Good Morning.
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I think this will appeal to very many people in the sense that it talks about something as rudimentary as waking up from a more profound out look. I think it’s good how you express the tedium of it all from your mention of hitting the snooze button multiple times to laundry and deadlines and all that stuff.
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