Passing Time

I woke up this morning, comparing this one to every other. The numbers on my alarm clock blend into one another; they make me want to slam on the snooze button. Realizing I can’t, I let the beeping echo play in my head. I stare at the shadows of my dresser painted on the wall from the light sneaking through open blinds. This brings me my ten minutes of comfort, knowing that the warmth off my blanket still exists until I force myself off the bed. My feet hit the cold hardwood floor; it sends chills up my spine. Stumbling like a one year old, I try to slip on my bathrobe, (which takes more than one attempt), put my hair up and reach for a towel to hop in the shower.
Stepping into a nice hot shower, noticing the condensation forming on the glass, I begin to relax, forget everything’s importance, and unwind before starting my day. It’s something about the water that relaxes but wakes me at the same time. I exit through my shower doors and prepare myself for the cool air, among other things that awaits me. Wrapping my robe around me I wonder “what will be the highlight of my day?” I start to get dressed, reach the end of my routine; chasing the clock. Time slips away and I fail to realize it.
But today is different, it’s my birthday and I’m going through the motions of a typical day in my head. I lie awake, staring at the sunlit ceiling, I imagine something will change. Have I let life barely touch my fingertips, wasting time that’s not mine, will I be remembered? I await this big boom, a masterpiece that will become of me. I don’t feel any different, nothing seems different. I’ll probably be telling everyone that I’m still 15 until my 16 years has sunk into my skin. I look at the alarm clock, the numbers are sharp, and my alarm ceases to sound.