6:45 am: alarm goes off, beeping cuts through my dream. Sleepy eyes and fumbling fingers cut off the noise. A few more moments of sleep.
7:09 am: time to get up now. Throw back the comforter and stand up, step over the sleeping sister who is scared of the dark and say hi to the puppy. Getting dressed, comb my hair. Floof, that is what my bangs are this morning. Curly hair wetted and left to dry, I braid it.
7:30 am: good morning dad, who’s brushing his teeth, exchange greetings, he’s off to work. I make a smoothie, grab my backpack and textbooks and lunch, put them by the front door.
7:40 am: drinking my smoothie, mama comes down. Soft good mornings again, what hours are my classes today? Planning out the day, I sip tea, a matcha-orange I bought yesterday, and we read our Bibles. I begin the book of Mark, I don’t know where she read, but I believe it’s a psalm.
7:50 am: I finish my tea and bible reading, I take my backpack and thermos of chai out to the little car and start it. I like to drive in a warm car. Back inside I go, I finish the last few gulps of smoothie, talk with mama about school. I feel bored with it. I need something new. I’ll persevere through it though. This is just a season of tiredness.
8:10 am: I leave for school. The air is crisp, the car is warm. Normally I listen to music on the way in, but today I opted out for silence. I tried the radio once or twice but it was too much. Instead I prayed and was alone with my thoughts. The construction down the road is still going on; the flagger man guards the bumpy road. There is almost no traffic and today I drive the manual with ease. I need to learn more about how gears work.
8:45 am: I get to school, park, and walk in. I have new shoes with a negative heel, so I walk differently. It’s weird. Not bad, just different. I’m early. But I’m here.