The alarm goes on and off.
The rooster goes cock-a-doodle-doo.
It\'s 5 a.m.
I am awake, forcefully.
So, am I a member of The 5 A.M. Club ?
or am I a sleep-head community member ?
My ass is suddenly heavy to get out of the bed.
My under eyes are so underqualified.
They look almost like plastic bags,
pretty big and dark.
The rooster and his friends are so freaking vocal this morning.
Like they are winning a football competition.
They are feeling like they are in Rio!
I\'m feeling like I\'m having a long crowded night in Las Vegas.
Then, I should be heading back to California,
to The Hotel for the party, unplanned.
It\'s almost one hour late to my morning routine.
My notebook is waving at me from my narrow desk.
\" Are you gonna list your what-to do? \", said the Voice
\" Yup! it\'s Monday \", I complained
Mondays that rarely feel like I\'m in the Disney Land.
Just stuck in the traffic of deadlines and budgets
Heavy Pressure on A Head and Shoulders,
not even close to sip from A Cup of Coffee,
to experience the Morning Brain Chemistry.
written by Hillary Monica Maranresy