I overslept the next morning, when I was actually meant to go to work early.
Since Bodhi’d said he’d give me my first campaign to crack!
I cursed my alarm.
Cursed the weather.
Cursed the pillow.
And the blooming quilt!
Also used all the swear words I knew, on myself.
[ Given my slang vocab is acutely deplorable ]
For being so utterly callous.
Felt nostalgia of the strangest kind.
Of all my Morrison and Floyd and Straits nights.
Of all the midnight scribbling.
And humming and strumming.
Copious Nutella eating.
Copious Nutella eating.
And Dan Brown reading.
[ As breaks from 'exam all-nighters']
And how I’d once fallen asleep at dawn on my desk studying.
And nearly missed my Chemistry pre-board paper.
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I frisked about the house trying to put myself together.
To get garbed for work as fast as one possibly could.
[ Like one of those fast-forward videos you see on TV ]
Brushing, washing, dressing, dashing.
Combing, lotioning, zipping, packing.
Greeting the folks, newspaper skimming.
And tucking in a bowlful of cereal and fruit.
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