Stream of unconscious words

Awake. Alarm ringing, radio playing. Crap – is it the first go through or have I unconsciously snoozed already? Move carefully, don’t disturb him. Roll over, squint at alarm, press snooze – don’t want to get up just yet.

Twist, stretch, back sore. Gonna be a long day, this will be painful. Alarms go for second time, will have to move now. Turn them off and try not to fall back asleep, all too easy as he’s not going to be getting up just yet. Swivel out of bed gently, trying not to groan. Need to heat water for shower. Pull on jogging bottoms, fluffy boots, robe. Gather up handbag and phone. Don’t look at him, if you do then he’ll wake. Vision blurry, something wrong – ah, glasses, that helps.

Down the stairs, legs sore too. Not looking forward to the day. Alarm off, lights on, heat the house, heat the water. Need a drink, unbearable dry mouth, need a cigarette too, but wish I didn’t.

Sat in the living room in my favourite chair, find the ciggies, lighter, ash try. Light up and take that first greedy drag of the morning. Evil bliss, I hate it and love it at the same time… Grab the netbook, sit back, watch the posture, no point in making things worse than they already are. Headache throbs, need painkillers. Reject ibuprofen, too early in the morning, too empty a stomach, have to get up and go to the kitchen instead, no tablets left in my handbag. Hit the medicine box and grab another pack of paracetamol. Toss back the tablets, swallow, grimace – hate starting the day this way.

Netbook on, mail, feeds, twitter, facebook. What’s been happening since last night. #rtefl? Frontline. The one with the kids, felt old when they said under 30’s for that. Twitterers not happy, complaining, young politicos and idealists rub them up the wrong way. Deaths, laughs, world in a microcosm on twitter, do I have any thoughts or insights to add? No, nothing in the head.

Water now hot, late for work, wish I cared more. Know the shower will do me good but still have to drag myself back upstairs. Run through the motions, the routine so familiar, so done to death. Clothes out, try to look smart yet comfy, casual, but overall must be warm. Office has been cold recently. Strike the balance, satisfied with reflection for today, but still long term changes needed. Don’t want to be average, want to be better than average.

Say goodbye, quick kiss, never leave without saying “I love you”. Wonder if sometimes we say these words so often they lose the meaning. Grab bags, all there, need to leave, look at clock, crap – schools traffic, will be so late arriving in today. Feck it, can’t fix it now.

Drive gently, clutch down fully, slide into the gears, wait for the engine to heat. Big queue, slip through the shopping centre to make up some time. Lights turn orange, right foot to the floor, don’t want to be stuck here for 5 mins or more. Looking, glancing, awareness of those around me. All idiots, trust no-one but yourself, it’s the only way to survive.

Look, indicate, accelerate, feel the power, out on our own now, just me and the machine. Head for the slip road, use the engine to brake, feel it scream as the revs go up then down. At the roundabout, waiting for a gap, first gear, drop the clutch, find the bite, use the power to pull out, take it towards the edge, need the adrenaline to wake me up. Arrive at work, switch modes, slow it down, behave.

Put on the work persona. Serious, thoughtful, knowledgeable, trustworthy. Just another face the actor wears.

Hear the words screaming around my head, let them flow, set them free, see if they resonate with anyone else. Only time will tell.


3 Comments on “Stream of unconscious words”

  1. George says:

    My Sweetie, making the mundane sound beautiful.

    hope your day picks up :)

  2. Grannymar says:

    NEVER leave without saying I love you; far better that saying ‘I wish…..’!

  3. Phil says:

    Very nicely put, Elly.

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