Today we are stalking the elusive early-morning Erin in her sleeping den. It's early, it's dark, and there is the white noise of a fan to keep out the sounds of cranky neighbors and late-night parties at the bar across the street. We spy a lump on the bed, with some toes peeking out...no wait, they've retracted into the blanket. All is quiet.
Suddenly, a click comes from the alarm clock! Instantly a hand shoots out from under the covers, smacks the snooze button, and disappears back underneath. From somewhere deep, a muffled “uh-uh” sounds. All is quiet.
Seven minutes later, the clock clicks again. The movements are repeated, only this time, the lump rotates while saying “uh-uh.” This is repeated five or six or eight times, with the “uh-uh”s sounding more sad each time.
Finally, the clock clicks again, but the hand misses the snooze button! Suddenly the sound of screeching violins and an opera singer in the middle of a loud something fill the room. The hand smacks around, continuing to miss the clock entirely! A head pokes out of the covers, sees the clock, and with a long “urmmm” of dismay, the alarm is turned off completely. All is quiet.
Some minutes pass. The lump rotates and then, with a loud sigh, sits up, and shuffles off to the shower. Our quest is over! We have seen the elusive early-morning Erin transform from a lump under covers to the zombie who will shortly be moaning for coffee. Rare indeed was this sighting! Next up: stalking the elusive “lost stripey sock of awesome!”
An Erinku:
mmphf, coffee brewing
my imagination
is fully awake
even though I'm not
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