The art of being late

There he was, sleeping like a little baby. He lay there quietly, eyes shut with all four limbs spread touching the four corners of the bed frame. His mouth was wide open with saliva dribbling down the side of his cheek. The soft silky blanket was barely covering him from the chilly air that filled the room. As sunshine bathed the room accompanied by the sound of singing birds, the little baby curled up and gave out a tired growl. The baby curled up even tighter as a small but cool breeze entered the room via the open windows. The temperature of the room plummeted to an even more comfortable level, suitable for deep hibernation. His skin started to feel the chill as goosebumps started to become visible in the sunlit bedroom. He dragged up the silk sewn blanket from the opposite end of the bed where he lay and wrapped it around his curled up body. He seemed ready for another bout of deep sleep and entry into the dream world.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a loud tinny sound filled the room. It was the alarm. Not being the baby he was earlier when he lay in bed, he proceeded to turn off the device making the wake up sound. His eyes were still shut. He tried to peel open his eyes but the pain of sunlight seeping into his pupils convinced his brain not to open it for the time being. He sat up on his bed and stayed still for a moment. The feeling of not being able to see from the moment you wake up was overwhelming him. He felt his way towards the other end of the bed where the device was sitting. It was on top of the bedside draw.

He claimed the device by running his hands, unguided by his eyes along the white rubber coated cable which connected the device to the charger on the floor. He grasp the device with his left hand and he painfully opened his right eye first, and then his left to read what was on the screen. "6AM" was the display as the sound was still buzzing in his ear. With the device on the palm of his left hand, he slid his right middle finger from the left to the right across the bottom of the lit up screen. This turned off the alarm. Seconds later, he went back to his slumber and never woke again until he realised it was too late...

That was really what really happened to me the other day. I decided to write it as narrative only because I was really bored while waiting for my next class. But anyway, what happened next was even more weird. The phone rang as an SMS came through. I replied and went back to sleep, again. I ended up waking up 3 hours after 6am and subsequently was 2 hours late to class. I rocked up eventually at 11 but the class which was meant to finish at 12pm, wrapped up an hour early.

What a great start to the day that was.