wake up
beep. beep. beep.
The all-too-familiar tone of the alarm is buzzing in my head. I ignore it at first, I think to myself, “there’s no way it’s six already” - Finally, I concede to defeat and reach over to snooze it, hardly opening my eyes. I think to myself, “maybe it’s all a dream, maybe I’m not really awake - maybe I’ve been asleep my whole life. What if I’ve created every single thing I know and loved within my own mind?”
Usually the best thoughts on life come first thing in the morning, you know, before a shower and a hot cup of Joe: The concept of the ‘real’ world had always been fascinating to me - to think that everything in life is a creation of one’s own inner psyche is something I had pondered time and time again. My friends, of course, would call me crazy for such thoughts: “Lay off the Sunday-afternoon Sci-Fi originals” they would say. There are things in life that I can’t possibly begin to explain. Faith and philosophy is a mysterious thing. but maybe my sanity is more intact than I give myself credit for. Maybe it’s all I really have.
This morning I’m not waking up to get to class - I don’t need to go into work; no morning Cheerios for this guy. Today I’m awakening from my eternal hibernation. Today i’m watching my first sunrise. Today I am awake, my eyes are open. And for the first time, I can see.
beep. beep. beep
