A Thursday Morning

Eeernk. Eeernk. EEERNK! The alarm clock beeps. A sleep marked hand reaches up to a windowsill where an alarm is kept and attempts to press a button on the top. When the sound does not turn off the tired person realizes that the sound is coming from across the room - her sister's alarm. In sleepy reasoning the girl decides that her sister must have set her alarm to get up earlier today, that must be why this alarm was going off before her own. So the girl surrenders herself again to her dreams only to wake up with a start what feels like moments later (but is really closer to half an hour) realizing that she had forgotten to set the alarm the night before. She glances upwards at the clock, peering through the sunlight that dives in from the window, and reads the digital numbers: 8:01. She groanes, a deep, soul resonating groan. 8:01? 8:01? No this has to be a dream, a very annoying dream, a dream that is depicting her late for yet another Wednesday - the busiest day of her week. Wednesday? Wait. She rolls over to look at her sister's calender on the wall opposite the window. It all comes rushing back: Eating dinner at Church, helping in the basement (that's where the youngest AWANA clubbers meet), going over to the other building to find her mother and sister. Yes, yesterday was most definitely Wednesday. A sigh of relief escapes her sleep-dried lips. It is Thursday: one of the slower days. She is safe, well, she will be if she gets up. She got up.

~Ladybird