I’m on the bus, my journey for work that I do each morning.
I’m not even sure I have woken up yet. Well it certainly doesn’t feel like I have.
The alarm went off at 5am, dragged myself into the shower, somehow managed to shampoo and condition the mane. Wrap a towel around me and flaked back into bed for 20 minutes.
As I sit right here on the bus, I can’t quite remember having dressed and flicking the lipstick across my lips.
Actually, did I? Is this just a dream and I’ll wake soon and realise that it’s Sunday and I don’t really have to get up?
Oh how I wish right now that was the case. Give me a warm bed and my pillow anytime.
I just want to hang upside down like a bat…