Flash Fiction #5-the Real Morning Workout

[Yes, it’s been a long time. It’s been a crazy month. Here goes….]

Warm soothing fingers of exhaustion pulled me deeper into the mattress. Whispers on the breaths of angels–or maybe they were demons–told me not to move and fall back asleep. I was inclined to agree. Who really needed to get up this early? So what if I skipped the workout today? So what if I didn’t eat breakfast? It was all worth it for a few more precious minutes of dreamlike solitude.

Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.

I sat bolt upright, looking for the evil creature that had dared to disturb my rest. I would smash that bug. I would make it wish it had never hatched. I would–

Oh.

My phone buzzed two more times, signifying the text message. When I read it, my eyes narrowed with indecision. She had gotten up and already knocked out the workout. The other one responded saying she had prepped all her meals for the week already. My immobile stomach rumbled as I thought about the trip to the grocery store that I still needed to take.

Smack.

I’d dropped my phone on my face–one of the hazards of having abysmal eyesight. The tendrils of sleep and relaxation that had been infused in my limbs fled, though reluctantly–nothing like feelings of incompetence and facial bruising to get one out of the bed in the morning.

Swinging my feet to the carpet, I wrestled my contacts into tired eyes.

“I can see clearly now…”

A little shimmy on my way to the bathroom effectively drove away the still whispering voices urging me to flop back down on the mattress. Dancing and swaying my way into the living room–I’m suuuper graceful in the mornings–I propped open my computer and unrolled the yoga mat. One workout down, one to go…