Walking above me. Why are they wearing clunky boots at five AM on a Saturday? I heard the car alarm beeping so hope it was the boots that left for work. I roll over and resettle, it’s too early for me.
It’s now six AM and I’m alerted to the scheduled trash trucks. Fluff the pillow, resist the urge to visit the restroom. Relax, think quiet, sleepy thoughts, go back to sleep. Duty call undeniable.
Crawling back into bed. Parking lot beeps increase, everyone leaving. It’s not even sunny yet! Doesn’t anyone sleep in on the weekend?
I need coffee.
June 15: Flash Fiction Challenge