Monday's Blog

He rolls over and opens his heavy eyes; a deep sigh escapes his parched lips. He pulls the covers up, it can’t be that time already he only just closed his eyes. He closes his eyes again and hopes it’s just a dream and that he won’t have to face what lies ahead.

He feels the slight discomfort deep in his lower abdomen and knows that soon he will have to step out into the cold morning, nature gives him no choice. He lets out a deep sigh and pushes back the covers, the cool air hits his flesh, he shivers and his body breaks out in instant goose bumps. For a moment he thinks about reaching for the phone and making the day ahead disappear… he looks back at his bed, still warm, sooo tempted… no… no he cant, he mustn’t.

Flush; he then steps back, turns and is confronted by his tired face in the mirror… he stares at himself for a moment in silence, rubs his face, shakes his head and the thought of grabbing the phone crosses his mind again, he smiles and opens the shower door. The water bursts from the taps and he adjusts the temperature and steps inside. He takes a sharp breath as the water hits his skin… Hot hot hot, the heat of the water collides with his cold skin, his body pulls forward, for a moment the water is too hot, reflex action.

He steps back, closes his eyes and lets the water flow from head to foot, he feels safe. He lifts his face to meet the streaming droplets, takes a deep breath and smooths his hair back with both hands. He leans forward resting his weight on one hand against the shower wall and he lets the other drop down by his side. Another deep breath, he wants to stay here for ever, so warm and so calming. He snaps back to reality and grabs the shampoo, massages it into his scalp and allows the foam to run down his back, rinse and now to wash away the night, grabs the soap. We’re done here. He steps back out into the cold morning, grabs a towel, dries off and then over to the sink to brush the teeth.

He steps back into his room, looks at his bed (now cold)… where’s the phone? NO NO NO – BAD! He slides open the wardrobe and scans for the right outfit for the day ahead. No not that, too small. That won’t fit. That ones too tight. He hates his clothes; they all make him look too fat. He looks at the mirrored door on the wardrobe, where’s the phone? Get over it he thinks to himself, get the fuck over it.

He finally decides on an outfit, a spray of this and roll of that and an array of fragrances hit his nostrils all at once, his body shivers. He grabs the hair gunk and rubs it into his hair, this way then that way – he can never get it right. He heads downstairs to the kitchen where he grabs a big glass of water. Should he have breakfast? Nah can’t be fucked. Shoes on and heads for the door. He smiles as he opens the door and he says to himself “GET FUCKED MONDAY, I WIN AGAIN”