Bedroom Inventory Upon Waking

When I wake up, there always lingers a moment of blurry consciousness—an in between state when my senses turn on but I don't quite have the presence of mind to open my eyes quite yet. Then, once I do have that presence of mind, I choose not to open them, but pull the comforters in close. This is my favorite time of day (unless of course I did not go to bed early enough.) At this point, my senses all begin to register stimuli. Usually a pair of warm arms encircles me to say good morning. I suddenly realize the dim light on my brown bedside chest. After that, the alarm's chimes, which are too soft to actually wake you up) become audible. Reid's sister gave us this alarm clock for Christmas, and it simulates sunrise. The light begins to gradually fade into the room about 30 minutes prior to the time for which I actually set the alarm. It's really wonderful. Back to the waking senses: I hear a very high-pitched meow from the crevice at the bottom of our door. It is Gosu, our kitty. And then a more standard meow hits the air from the mouth of Thizzle. Then, depending on the day, one or both flying cats bellyflop against the door voraciously. I laugh, and emotions become part of my day. I slip out of Reid's warmth to shower. The white sheets slide off of me and the cold air hits me with a barrage of goosebumps. The grey carpet pile is deep and brushes between my toes. And then, all I hear and see is water until breakfast. Breakfast happens to be the same every morning. Bagel sandwiches with 2 eggs and 2 pieces of bacon. As Reid says, it's about everything you could ever want all in one little package. It is SO good. Especially with coffee. I get extraordinarily excited about it.

Rewind a little.
If, in fact, I did not go to bed at a reasonable hour (which happens more than I would prefer) then the first thing I really see, feel, hear, taste, smell is water, just water everywhere. I hear the gush of noise pour through the pipes and then the dispersing funnels of the showerhead whisper at me. The air smells thick. I see shimmers light the air. And the world is humid and wet, and somehow it feels as if little grains of sand spatter my skin.
Then, of course, clothes, kitty snuggles, the news, and breakfast (same as above.)

p.s.
this is Gosu. with nabokov in the corner.






and this is Thizzle. literally hanging out in the window