via Photo Challenge: Chaos
It’s 6.30 in the morning and I know I have got to get up off the bed and start my daily ritual.But instead, I press the snooze button on the digital alarm and wait with eyes closed for the next beep beep beep to wake me from my much-needed rest.And sure enough there it goes beep beep beep. I angrily press the stop button and rise off the bed . I get up angry most mornings at the moment. The days are long but filled with trepidation.I don’t look forward to the days. I would rather sleep and forget there ever was, any daylight.
First task, now what was that. Maybe it’ll come to me when I’m brushing my teeth. So off I go to the bathroom and follow my daily ritual, all the time my mind is trying to recall what I was supposed to do. I must have in on the post-it- note in the kitchen for sure. I’ll look when I go down to make my coffee. I’m in the kitchen and put on the kettle to boil. Now where is that post-it -note.? Ah, there it is stuck to the fridge. Get medicine ready for the day. But why? Whose are these ? My mind is in all directions. I haven’t made that coffee yet. Maybe, just maybe after I have had a wake me up caffeine shot, My mind will work better. As I get the mug from the shelf, the phone rings. I better pick that up. It’s another call from some company trying to make me sigh up for something or the other. Without hanging up, I place the phone on the kitchen counter and go back to my task. Now, what was I doing ? Ah, yes coffee. something’s working . So I make that coffee and go back to the phone. Poor bloke is still blabbering on . I put it back on the kitchen counter and walk to the lounge. Now why have I come here ? I am not dressed. The time is only half past seven. I sit down lethargically. No urgency in today. Thinking about this increases the anger. I look blankly at the blank tv screen whilst sipping my coffee.Did I turn it on ? Questions follow questions.I could sit here and think about all the whats and whys and wheres and who etc. It’s something I do a lot now with no clear direction.This is now normal for me. I think I will go back to my world of sleep because my mind is in chaos|
via Daily Prompt: Eerie
I suddenly woke up in the morning a few mornings ago. Something different about the feel around me. Too silent. Then I realised that there must be a power cut as the ceiling fans were not turning. The small lamp in the corner was off too, which was unusual as it’s always on through the night. There was a dull and dark feeling in the room.
I got out of bed gingerly as I had a slipped disc and needed to be careful. I noticed that the freezer in the kitchen was off too. Then I realised that there must be a power cut, so I got the keys and with my walking stick and night slippers on, I went out to see if it was a powercut all around the neighbourhood. I knocked on my neighbour’s door and before I could ask the question, Lorraine said yes, it is a power cut. I exchanged a few pleasantries and then said goodbye and walked back to my house.
When I got back insideI got my mobile phone to call the energy supply company but I could not get a signal. The home phone was unusable due to the power cut. So once again, I walked carefully to the front door and into the porch. The inner door was ajar by at least a foot.
I found the energy company’s phone number and called them As I was doing so, I faced out of the porch to see if the signal was better. Eventually, I got a signal and the phone started to ring out. All of a sudden, the inner door shut behind me as if somebody had pushed the door shut ! I was locked out as I had left the keys on the kitchen counter. How will I get back inside? I am in my slippers and my pyjamas stuck in the porch ! I called the house phone to call my wife but of course, it wasn’t working. Suddenly I remembered I had a credit card in the mobile phone’s sleeve. I was already feeling like a burglar and standing up straight was difficult due to the back pain. I put the card in the gap where the latch was and fiddled about until the door opened. What a relief. I immediately sat down on the armchair and breathed a sigh of relief, and then the eerie feeling dawned on me. How did the door slam behind me?
I remembered other small incidents in the past few days too. Like a loaf of bread falling from the top of the bread bin onto the kitchen counter. An empty plastic bottle that was left on the window sill for recycling had also dropped to the floor.Strange noises throughout the day as well, especially when it was quiet. I could hear somebody walking upstairs and always thought it was my wife but when I checked, it wasn’t her.Each time I was alone downstairs in the living room!
Now if that is not eerie what is !