5.21.2012 Blue Alarm Clock

(so, I kind of wrote two drabbles yesterday, and couldn't decide which to put up, so I'm putting up both.. :) ) 

She groans and glares blearily at the alarm clock. 

“Why do you do this to me?” she speaks like it’s a living thing. Like it’s sole purpose is to wake her, rip her from her comfortable, warm bed and into the chilly morning air. 

She smacks it , burying her face in  the soft pillow, her arms encircling it comfortably. 

“BEEEP *flash* BEEP *Flash* BEEP *Flash*” 

Her head whipped up again, and glared daggers at the foul blue clock, beeping and flashing merrily away. 

“I seriously hate you and all that you stand for.” 

{fantasy mornings} 5.7.12

Early, before Spider spins her web, before the Sun rises with its warm embrace-in that split second of twilight when night becomes day-the Faeries grace the earth. Born of the Spring dew, they rise on the wings of the Mist and caress budding flowers, saplings, and shoots, feeding them strength to endure Mid-day Sun's dry scorching heat. They flit and twitter, adorning the morning's birth with silence. Until, when Pink first glimmers on the horizon they awaken the birds to harken Daylight with their adoring worship. Morning is ready and now the Faeries wait to melt with the mist.

5.29.11-good morning

Traveling through the surreal and strange land of dreams, I attend parties, fight wars, observe weddings and executions, visit buildings and beautiful woods. People are not who they were and there is no reason to time. All the sudden a bird chirps and my sense awaken-calculating the time. Slowly the characters and places I had been traveling fade and I embark on a strange journey. There is no definite moment when the dream becomes a disintegrating memory and the world becomes reality again, but somehow my mind awakens and I remember time, somehow my eyes open and I
wake up.