Wake Me Up

Wake Me Up

Catie Ogilvie ‘17

The alarm goes off.

It’s 6:10.

I roll back and forth.

Slowly and calmly,

I rise to make the loud noise stop.

Wiping my eyes,

I notice the extra make up from the day before.

The halls are dark.

No lights,

natural or artificial.

I close the bathroom door behind me.

The creaking echoes throughout the house.

Gently,

I turn the shower knob.

The warm water hits the shower floor.

One toe at a time,

I step into the small bathtub.

The water comes down like small sprinkles fall onto ice cream.

It washes away the tiredness of the morning.

Finishing the shower,

I brush my hair.

Every strand is a different shade of brown.

It dries quickly,

almost as quick as it took to brush my hair.

Finally,

I put my make up on.

Girls put it on like they would put paint on a canvas,

unique to each person and very carefully.

To finish the morning,

I eat a small breakfast.

It consists of fruit and a cup of juice.

A light breakfast to hold me over until lunch.

My morning goes by slowly,

and then all at once.

The day opens and closes like a book,

and we repeat the same story line until the last chapter.