Mornings

My  mornings predict my whole entire day.

Some are met with sunshine and chirping birds and the welcomed voices of kids playing ball outside. Those are the days I've slept sufficiently and dreamed of nothing.  I'll take the dog out first thing, shower wonderfully and unrushed in my unusually clean apartment, make a breakfast and head off to work where my kids are angels.

Some mornings are messy and I wake up at an ungodly early hour. I'm so starved for water that my body rips me from my slumber in search for a tap. I take ahold of anything that can collect water to drink; a bowl, a dish, a dirty wine glass, a pot, a hand, and one time, a soup ladle. I try to stumble back to bed, head pounding.

Some mornings, normally after an indulgent Indian buffet in Seoul or a night of way too many beers, I wake up in a mad dash to the toilet. The rest of the day is just thrown to shit as well.

Some mornings, I wake up and smoke five cigarettes before I can do anything else.

Some mornings, after sleeping for a deserved twelve hours, my body has forgotten how to get up and be awake. So it just doesn't.  My eyes won't open, my legs won't move, and I figure that's fine.

Some mornings, I wake up on the floor. I don't know how I got there, when I got home, or why the front door was left ajar and empty food containers are lying about. I wake up past noon. There is no money in my wallet. The dog is sick from eating a tub of lard and the evidence is everywhere.

Some mornings, I wake up with someone lying in my bed. I wonder at the oddity of it. I hope they leave quickly.

Some mornings, I wake up lying in someone else's bed. I piss and leave quickly.

Some mornings, it is raining a fuckstorm and I figure if Mother Nature doesn't give a damn, why should I? So I don't bother showering or finding that clean pair of trousers.  I stay in the same underwear I had on the night before. I watch Jurassic Park.

Some mornings, I wake up and start drinking wherever I can like rooftops or patios, park benches, school yards, or weddings and subways. Then the day is suddenly night. And nights are alright. Nights I can do.