Waking

I awoke drowsy and groggy from a disastrous blanket upheaval. The sun shone bright through my cluttered window, the buzzing of my phone rang incessantly in my ear. My thoughts were not given the time to float in a sea of distorted memories wrapped and played as a nightly reverie. I reached over, fingers reluctant but brain adamant to feel that death- cold touch of lifeless plastic. My hands closed in on the target, a phone ensnared in the grip of a half conscious girl. Flip. New message. It’s time to wake, to breathe new air and step out from my dusted corner of the world.