I woke up this morning feeling totally shattered. My night had passed in a kaleidoscope of fragmented dreams and broken sleep. As the first rays of light cracked through the window my unfocused mind flickered with splintered thoughts and fractured logic. The more I tried to snap out of this mood the more I felt I was going to pieces, falling apart.
All in all, I felt rather fragile.
I think maybe I'll go to the pub tonight and get absolutely smashed.
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.
I don't drink, and this is how most mornings feel. Acclimating to what we call reality can be tough while tumbling out of dreams.
ReplyDeleteBe careful. You might meet someone and get crushed.
ReplyDelete@John - I work afternoon shifts, because the morning is definitely not my time of day. It takes two cups of coffee before my brain even begins to boot up.
ReplyDelete@Tim - Haha!, Yeah, or maybe spend all of my money and come home broke. :-)
Shattered, fragmented, broken, cracked, splintered, fractured, going to pieces, falling apart and smashed...folks at your house must walking on eggshells before you've had your coffee.
ReplyDelete*rimshots to you and Tim!
How great to hear I'm not the only one who hates mornings! My hubby drives me nuts because he's outta bed and tackling everything the second his eyes open - but that's all beside the point....
ReplyDeleteI love how perfectly you captured the feeling here Steve - superb!
Most mornings feel like that. ;)
ReplyDelete@Harry Nah, we used to take full advantage of Dad not being awake until his second cup of coffee :-D
ReplyDelete"Daaaaaad... can I go out tonight even though I'm grounded?"
"Mhmmmhmph"
"Thanks dad!"
four hours later... "Yeah but Dad, I asked this morning and you said it was okay!"
Boots on the other foot now I'm older, and hate mornings, and my kids play the exact same trick on me. Karma has teeth :-D
Dad... sorry. Your grandchildren are your revenge. :-D
@Harry - Honestly, several years ago I sometimes had to work the 6am-2pm shift...Grrr!
ReplyDeleteNone of my workmates used to talk to me until after the 8 o-clock break. :-)
Tis also true that I have been taken unfair advantage of in the gap between getting up and brainstart.
@Deanna - Thanks. It's pretty much the same in my house, we can have a good few drinks, it takes me all day to recover, my wife has 4 hours sleep then gets up whistling. Life is soooo unfair. :-)
@Sonia - I think me and you should put it down to artistic temperament. :-)
@Louise - Haha! Yeah, grandkids are payback.
And revenge is sweet, so are all my grandkids. (7 so far, and number 8 due in 12 days.)
I am indeed a blessed man. :-)
Ha ha I think I'll come with you to the pub after reading this! ^__^ Ps I'm definitely a night time person...
ReplyDeleteHi Helen, yeah, nights are far more fun than mornings aren't they? :-)
ReplyDeleteI like the play on words, feeling so fragile in the morning, thinking of going to the pub later to get "smashed." Though I would normally take the term "smashed" the same as "wasted" or "drunk," etc., here it seemed to mean more, like your morning state will lead to a devastating drinking experience (or maybe I'm just interpreting too deeply here). Anyhow, short and sweet and I liked it a lot.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I often feel the same way when I wake up lately, then after coffee and a bit of time with my wife and daughter in the morning I'm back to normal, and then as soon as I read the morning news online, I'm back to that "going to pieces" sort of feeling for varying amounts of time. The darn depressing / scary / rarely hopeful global news just sends me sideways almost daily.
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate to the morning thing. I'd rather be up all night than to try to do anything first thing in the morning.
ReplyDeleteYour choice of the word fragile left me feeling sorry for this person, though. As if maybe this is more than just a dread of mornings, but instead some type of depression or illness.
@Liminal - I wrote it really as a play on words, everything I could think of to do with breaking, snapping etc, I wanted to put "chipped" in there too but didn't manage it.
ReplyDeleteI have to say though, as you can tell by the above responses, morning is definitely not my favourite time of day. And coffee is certainly my friend when I get up. :-)
@Chuck - It's nice to know by these comments that I'm not the only morning "Grump" in the world. :-)
It wasn't directed towards depression or illness, but I can see how it would certainly be easy to read that way.
I think you broke the record for run-on puns in one microfic! (And I can't believe nobody else said this sooner!)
ReplyDeleteLoved it — it got the "read this one to Mrs. Fetched" award.
FAR, thank you so much, I do hope Mrs Fetched liked it too. :-D
ReplyDeleteWonderful exploration of language in this one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Icy. I was really going for broke with this one. (Groan...sorry)
ReplyDeleteQuite the way to go out with a bang. Nice way to keep the metaphor threaded through the full story.
ReplyDeleteThank you Aidan.
ReplyDeleteShort and straight to the point. Like others, I found it enjoyable how you placed so many destructive words into his destructive life. And it sounds like he's going to stay on the path tonight, come hell or high-water. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHi Stephen, and thanks. If he goes out and gets smashed he'll probably feel a little fragile the next morning too. :-)
ReplyDeleteYeah. I felt a little sad for the narrator. I imagined the same monologue playing out every morning...
ReplyDeleteHiya Peter. Sometimes we've earned mornings like this when we've overindulged with the happy juice, but you wouldn't want it on a regular basis, would you. :-)
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