My Day (The Morning)

Bzzt... electrolytes in the brain tell the body it's time to awaken from my slumber of erotic fantasy. The fantasy are blurred images but the message has been the same for a while now, brooding in my mind like angst from an adolescent child. I can feel the cold shiver on my skin from the air conditioning. This sensation is much too cold and harsh yet the reasoning why I choose not to open the windows last night was because of the echoing sounds from the suburban streets.

A dog is foolishly barking the background yearning for attention, whereas my stomach growls due to a bodily function. Shortly after I can hear my own heartbeat sync with the running water from the bathroom sink as I begin to wash my face. Soap suds tingle on my pores and it feels good amongst my rough and dry skin.

From the vent I can hear the rustling summer wind hinting of what to expect for today. Part of me wants to ignore the salivating or at least the fact of much weight I've gained within the little amount of time. My only thought for the morning is today is going to be a good day for anything.