And she woke up at 5 am because it was pointless to keep trying to fall back asleep. Her back hurt from the short fitful moments she managed to catch. Her sleepless ritual was at least consistant.
How can a person be so througly tired and yet be unable to rest?
Hanging off the side of the bed she lights yet another cigarette, and asks herself if she is ready for the walk to the kitchen, ready for the timless daily re-enactment to begin again. The coffee has won. So the day starts.
Coffee pot clicked on.
Restless dog unkennled and let outside
The wait at the back door while peeking up the side steps wishing the coffee would perk faster. Why does it always seem like an eternity for this dog to take a piss and the damn coffee to brew are the questions she asks herself while waiting.. why am I in such a rush anyways?
The house is quiet and the coffee is always strong and hot and frothy with her favorite creamer. A bitter sweet smile crosses her lips as she indulges in the first hot sip. This will be the best moment of the day... a quiet hot cup of coffee.
The rest of this day like any, other will follow a closely attended pattern. Freshly cleaned this and that... laundry, dog in dog out..
Facebook.Post something witty here. Lol and like this and comment on that. Dinner. Clean again, never forgetting to smile and nod, never remebering a better time, never looking forward to something unreal.
Keeping pace with strict cleaning standards she has set for herself... This is her job. She does it well.
The rest of this day would be just like any other....