Atypical me

As it flew through the air, I could hardly breathe.

Not that it is an original story or anything; I had a difficult time getting up this morning. Since moving, I have been staying up later and watching some of the late-night television shows. It really doesn’t make any sense. I used to go to bed between 11:00 and 11:30 and then get up at 5:45 am so that I could get to work. When I moved within 5 minutes of work, it would have been thought that I might be getting more sleep. That has simply not been the case. I now get up at 7:00 am, but I am staying up past 12:30 am pretty much every night. It just isn’t common sense.

So, the alarm went off at 7:00 am and two snoozes later it was 7:36 am. I threw the covers off realizing that this was now a little more serious because I had a mere 19 minutes to get ready. I got into the bathroom, looked my medicine cabinet up and down and decided that the electric shaver would have to do today because I just didn’t have time for the real thing. I turned around cranked the shower on, finished shaving and jumped in the shower

I finished showering, dried off and was back in front of the medicine cabinet. Time to brush the teeth. I grabbed my toothbrush out of the neatly slotted toothbrush holder, which is attached to the tile backdrop on my sink. As I pulled the friendly bristled device up, I also grabbed for it’s partner the toothpaste when a gust of wind took the brush from my hand. It must have been a gust of wind, because I didn’t just throw the damn thing!

As it flew through the air I could hardly breathe. It was headed straight toward the disturbingly blue water created by that cake of 1 Billion Flushes in the reservoir of my toilet. All I could think was, “not only am I going to have to fish this out, but I am certainly going to be unable to use it.” Just then, the wind must have picked up again out of pure remorse for having knocked the brush out my hand in the first place. It guided the brush a little to the left where it bounced off the seat, back to the right off the other side of the seat, and finally skidding off to the bathroom floor that I cleaned on Saturday.