Thursday

7:14am - "Are you done jumping?" Abe asks.
7:15am - Sitting on the edge of my bed I slowly become aware of my newly discovered day, I detach the blurred events of what I had dreamed, and with wide eyes, I finally wake - mentally (far from physically).

Jumping...I sat puzzled at his question.

That's right, I did. I jumped twice this morning, more like a jerk really, a rapid burst of movement. The sun peering through your window first thing in the morning is charming, on a Saturday.

Today was a Thursday, however, and they begin with an 8:00am class; I have to be awake before the sun.

7:13am - waking up to the thought of sleeping past my wake up call. I lunged forward in my bed. Jerk #1.

7:13am - I snatch my cell phone resting near me and check the time. 12 minutes remain. I lunge again and wrap my legs over the side of my bed. Jerk #2.

7:15am - The count down begins; only way to make it out in time is to skip steps. Step #1, "shower" gets skipped which automatically skips step #2, "hair". I don't skip makeup, step #3 (instead I sort of half skip it - powder and mascara with do). Attending class in the nude would be quite scandalous, so I follow through with step #4, get dressed.

7:28am - Just a few minutes behind schedule, but that's alright. My car starts, phew. Now here's hoping there's no head-jerking during class, I made here, now I just need to stay awake.