Wordplay: Solo

INTRODUCTION TO WORDPLAY:
Wordplay is a writing exercise where a word is picked at random and used to write a scene.

–Wordplay word: SOLO–

Monologue of an Everyday Working Stiff who is Slightly Odd

This morning I woke up and the first thing I thought of was espresso. The very next thing I thought of was that I must have a pretty sad life if the first thing I think about when I wake up is a shot of espresso. I continued to lie on my bed, wrapped in several layers of sheets that somehow always manage to tangle up at the bottom of the bed during the night and quickly fell back asleep. I dropped right in the middle of some crazy dream that I can’t remember. The second alarm went off and I woke with a start. The first thing I thought of when I woke up was how I had thought of espresso when the first alarm went off. Man, my life is sad.

I used my mind power to get my legs off the bed. They couldn’t make it all the way this morning and sort of half swung off the edge of the bed. I was okay with it. I drifted back to sleep with my legs hanging off the bed but guilt kept me from enjoying another hour of sleep. It made my hands wipe the crinklies from my eyes. Yes, I call them crinklies. It reminds me of childhood. I focused on my breathing for a minute or so while staring at the ceiling. I had done a terrible job painting it. There’s streaks and cracking and other signs of a guy who just stopped caring. There’s also one line where the beam is clearly visible through the dry wall. The management company tells me it’s just the building settling but I’m sure the place is gonna cave in on me at some point. I wouldn’t mind too much, as long as I got out alive. I’d be set with the insurance money. I looked at the clock and jumped up to take a shower.

The shower was hot. I like it when its hot. So I took my time massaging my scalp. I always try to recreate the way the girls in the hair salon wash my hair but I never even come close. They have some secret method of destressing your head muscles. Some kind of tantric magic or something. They know all the right spots. I often wish I could sit down in my shower. There’s just not enough space though. It’s one of those 4 foot-wide stand-up showers where you barely have enough room to turn around. If I sat down I would likely fall asleep anyway so it’s probably best that I don’t have the space. Instead I sort of bend over and try to touch my toes. It makes me feel good. While I’m down there I let the water fall over my hair and across my face. I can’t put my face directly in front of the shower head because of the high pressure. It hurts. But when I use my head as an intermediary it works great.

But back to my morning.

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