Why I didn't go to church yesterday
The alarm rang, jarring the stillness of the morning. A hand emerged from under the blankets, rummaging around for the source of the annoying noise. Opening one eye, she squinted at the blue screen of her Nokia 8250, noting the time. Her head fell back onto the pillow.
"Have to wake up and get ready for church..." she muttered to herself, sitting up in bed with great reluctance. Hair all askew, eyes half-closed, body aching, she moved in slow motion: pulling her towel off the towel rack, bending down to pick out a change of clothes from the cupboard drawer. Then, with one hand on the bannister and the other pressed against the opposite wall for added balance, she padded downstairs rather blindly, bent on taking a shower.
Standing in the kitchen doorway, she blinked sleepily at one of her housemates, who was apparently unconcerned by the fact that it was morning and that no one should ever be allowed to be alert and focused in the morning. Said housemate was efficiently setting a pot of water to boil, in preparation for mixing a hot drink.
"Oh, are you going to take a shower?" asked Miss Housemate. "Can you let me shower first? I'm in a hurry to get to work."
She stared fuzzily at Miss Housemate, noting that the woman didn't look as if she was immediately about to step into the shower. No change of clothes or bath towel in evidence. In fact, Miss Housemate was, as we have said earlier, mixing a hot drink for breakfast. Maybe the woman thought she'd take ages in the shower, she thought. She'd better reassure her.
"I'm only going to wash my hair." I won't be long, it was implied.
"Oh, but can you let me shower first? I'm in a rush, I need to get out of the house by 10am," Miss Housemate insisted.
So do I, she would have said with gritted teeth, except she hated unnecessary confrontations and didn't see the point of starting an argument. And it's not like you're going to step into the shower right this minute, so can't you just let me wash my hair?! -- but she didn't say that either.
"Go ahead then," she muttered, totally pissed. Turning around, she plodded back upstairs, eyes still gritty with sleep. As if it wasn't hard enough to get going in the morning without having additional unnecessary obstacles thrown in one's way, she thought. How blinking inconsiderate. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Getting back to the room, she threw the towel back on the towel rack, dumping the change of clothes there, too. "I'll never be ready in time for church now. Why bother?" she muttered to herself, irritated at having her 'plan of action' disrupted. "It's not like I didn't try."
With that, she got back into bed.
And that's why I didn't go to church yesterday. Because things didn't go MY way when I woke up in the morning. *wince*