late

sun beams through the black window shades 
cutting into my solitary slumber 
and awakening me from a world I'd rather live in

I stare at the alarm clock
"damn it."
I say
I slept through the alarm again
I throw myself out of bed
and pull on whatever cleanish items of clothing I can find 
judging cleanish with my nose

I scramble to pull together the things I will need
and hastily shove them into my backpack 
I drop my backpack outside my door
and grumpily stagger my way to the bathroom

I splash water on my face
and wipe it off again with a dusty looking facecloth 
I hurry out 
glancing down at my watch 
which I failed to fasten correctly 
I cuss again 

there's no time for breakfast 
I grab a glass of water
and gulp it down 
snatch my lunch out of the fridge 
and clip it to the silvery carabiner on my bag 

I am late
again. 
damn it.