Monday Morning

Monday. Seven o’clock in the morning and the alarm wakes me up. The same obsessive tune at least for a few years. The good thing is I want to turn it off very quickly and get out of bed. The bad thing is that sometimes it’s so familiar to the ears that I can’t even hear it. And I don’t even know why I didn’t change it to anything else.

I can also tell you a story that we still have a lot of fun with today. That’s it. When He was away and I was alone, I complained that my phone was starting to fool. In parallel with these complaints, I began to delaymy work. Because the alarm doesn’t ring, I wake up late, happiness at least in the morning, not before noon.

When I started thinking about a new phone and He came home, I jumped out of bed again one morning, grabbed the phone and shouted loudly: why you did not sound?! The laughing voice on the other side of the bed peacefully explained to me that that stupid alarm sounded the loudest, I turned it off quietly and kept sleeping.

It is true that today He is far away again, and again I have to make my own effort to hear the alarm tune. So far I’m doing pretty good – a few minutes after seven I was trying to see myself in the bathroom mirror, and a little later I was sitting in front of a computer with a cup of coffee because today, there is nobody at home who could bring it to me in bed. I even made an easy breakfast.  Still, being at home alone is a very boring life.

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