routine

sleepily, I wipe my eyes as my brain tries to fight the fatigue. another morning, as they always go. I stare at the top bunk, I don't want to get up. but I rip the blanket off letting the cool air attack my warm skin. off to the other room to get ready for the day, a quick shower, some mascara, jeans, and the first shirt my hand lands on. back pack already packed with distractions for work, I make a small breakfast to eat and wash it down with a bottle of water. grab a couple snacks and throw them in the back pack. then over to the lap top to scan the news feed on facebook. glance at my phone to check the time, put on some shoes, and I'm out the door. down three flights of stairs, down the hill a couple blocks, up four flights of stairs and I'm here. ready to brave social interaction in the work place, to plaster a smile on my face and say hello. I manage some small talk while turning on the computer. as soon as the screen is up I quickly put on my headset so I won't be bothered anymore, pull out a book, drawing pad, and pencils. I begin to sketch while waiting for the calls. a lot of voicemail boxes today, today will be a good day.