Sunday Dreaming

Today began with an alarm...funny enough, it was coming from my phone, though i didn't set it for that time. Half-asleep, i slammed my hand against my nightstand and grudgely moved it around to find the source of racket that was disturbing my sleep. seven o' clock. what? i set my alarm for eight... ugh, daylight savings. wait...i get to sleep for another hour....

alarm number two. this time i was more awake and ready for a hot shower. turn the knobs while rubbing my eyes...disappointment ran through my fingers. the hot water heater is still broken... when are they gonna get around to calling the repair man....too late now. lukewarm it is.

i stepped into the obnoxiously painted room ten minutes late....there sat the well-known faces that i hadn't seen in weeks, as well as a handful of new ones. interesting.

the stairs faced me with hopes running through my head of descent music and my to-do list for the day racing across my mind. Descent would be an adequate word. Pastor Richard seemed very excited to ask how I was doing.... doing good, thank you. The piercing sound of out-of- date music began as the usual tin-can sound sunk in.

Sunday church funness over.....what was that to-do list again? Spanish vocabulary for test tomorrow, vacuum room, grade biology test....ah, we're going to lunch with the Buckmans. Good, i've been wanting to get to know them a little better...

A thick Mexican accent startled me as i took a last glance at the menu...i guess my thoughts had wandered...and soon enough we were done with lunch and preparing to make our way home.

now here i am...restless yet keenly aware of my unpleasant morning ahead, and my bag isn't even packed. yet the only thing on my mind is the blooming of a new friendship that i am rediculously excited about. not just with the entire Buckman family, but the befriending of one who shares my own name, what could better begin a friendship?

...i suppose it is my least and most favorite time of day...depending on my mood. i suppose tonight it is in my best interest, niether least nor most...and that is the time that i must go to sleep. More tomorrow.

Abby