And There I Was...

Today is a day like any other. I awake, startled, and rush to the alarm, to make sure that I have not over slept. My mind races to identify the impending tasks of the day before me. I cough a dry cough. My throat feels dry and not yet accustomed to the dry air the heating pipes produce. I half heartedly make my way over to the clock and press the snooze button which will allow me another fifteen minuets of sleep. It is these in between states of deep sleep and wakening that enjoy the most. Dreams are so vivid and easily remembered during these short eternities. I suddenly jump to realization again. My short revist to the world of dreams, is interrupted as the blaring of a familiar tune in the background, breaks the silence. Have I over slept? I ask myself. No. I walk over to the alarm clock and turn it off. Once again, I find my way back to the bed, where I lay on my back and watch small particles of dust dancing in a beam of sunlight oblivious to the laws of time and unburdened by notions of responsibility. I get up and struggle to recollect the dream world I just left behind. When i get to the bathroom mirror, my reflection stares back wearing a look of utter despair. Deep beyond the blackness of my eyes lays a yearning for some undiscovered element that life has yet to cross me with. I try and wash the look off my face. I apply water, upon water, and more water. The wetness and cold run down my face. I stare back and focus on my reflection. Yet, my reflection remains the same, nothing has changed. It’s just a day, like any other.