Biceps and I awaken WAY before the sun comes up. At about 4:50 a.m., my body and both kittens inform me that the alarm is coming in just a few minutes-due to the coffee pot clicking on and beginning its brew cycle. There is something you should know about me, my dear reader: I hate alarms, but I love coffee.
And I guess the term “hate” is not a good enough description when it comes to alarms. I detest them. I would love to live in a world where there are no alarms. Ever. Until the end of time.
I am a morning person, so you’d think I would love alarms. But, little known fact-I am also a night person. Basically, if I didn’t have to sleep, I wouldn’t.
However, that annoying little sound telling me what I have to do and when I have to do it just bugs me. I don’t agree with it. Not one bit.
The only thing that will immediately put me in a good mood after the abrupt alarm is the smell of lovely coffee brewing from a few feet away. Any other way you are ordered to wake up is just inhumane.
Mind you, I’ve eaten guinea pig brains. I’ve broken my arm in a foreign country and performed an entire sword fighting scene in a cast. I’ve had Taco Bell Nachos come back out of my body through the orifice of my nasal cavity. I know what it’s like to suffer.
But, mornings without coffee is mere torture and it’s just plain stupid to suffer that way.
This is what life looks like for me without coffee. Contemplative. Stressful. Full of anxiety-but, of course, still wearing cute shoes.
And this is me with a cup of coffee coursing through my veins, interacting with my brain stem, enriching my life. Comforting my cold hand with its warmth.
I don’t care if it has caffeine or not. I just need some dang hot coffee.
If you are anything like me-Good morning to all of you out there that have suffered through another alarm! I hope you’ve had your chance to make yourself a cup of coffee.
Love-Rebekah (as she sips her coffee)