Dissecting that School Day Morning

I kinda realise I am awake. Damn that wasn't supposed to happen. My mobile buzzes joyfully near my ear, on the bedside table on which the P.G Wodehouse gets to sleep in late. I wake up and blink a little. I do have to get up. The alarm is pleasantly irritating.

I leg it to the bathroom with those famous green tiles. I look at that scary mug of mine in those a.m. hours, when it looks like the personification of "disfigured". The toothpaste doesn't do much to help me when it lazily slides off my brush and onto the sink. Double damn.

Navigating my way to the dining space I look at the bowl of "whatever" that looks back at me. A clear white stream flows from the milk jug. I mix and mash the substance assuming it to be edible. Amazingly enough, it is. A banana follows and disappears.

Now where are those clothes of mine? An expedition into my cupboard yields satisfactory results in the form of all I need. I gather the piles of clothing and make my way to the bathroom. Spending some time with my favourite green tiles, I come out after a while. Next stage in this morning comes in the form of looking presentable. I fight for a while with that entagled mass that crowns my coconut and emerge victorius with that rowdy mass tamed into a rubber band. I walk and get into my shoes; they slide silently without protest.

I take the stairs down. I walk silently contemplating on why the road was not made wider so that we pedestrians could walk peacefully. My thought process does not yield satisfactory results. At the end of the lane are many other kids who don a uniform I have seen a lot of offlate.

I get pissed off yet again because the driver asks us to come at 7:28 and he himself comes at 7:40. The dogs nearby seem more than awake at this hour and lovingly come and press their nose to my hand as if trying to understand my sorrow of going to school (yet again).

The bus does roll in at 7:40, content that it has done a good turn by actually showing up. My bag begin to annoy my back at this point, so I am glad to see it apart from anything else.

I reconcile myself to the fact that I will have to go to school now and that little bit of hope dies. I sit and my school begins.