10 Years in the Future
Alex Martin
Garrett
Comp 1
27 August 2013
10 Years long gone
The alarm sounds I open my eyes excited to start a new day. I roll my covers back and inhale filling my lungs with the aroma of bacon, my mouth waters as I realize that my sweet wife has risen early to make me breakfast. I stand, but not too fast as I despise the feeling of being dizzy. I slip on my fuzzy slippers that my daughter got me for Christmas the previous year, and drowsily stumble to the bathroom. I shed my robe and rotate the handles of the shower clockwise allowing the water to pour out of the faucet. The steam starts to rise off of the floor of the shower and with a quick swipe of the hand I know that the water is perfect. The water washes away the morning drowsiness and in turn allows me the solitude and relaxation I need before starting another busy day. I dry off as I step out of the shower wrapping the moist towel around my waist again the smooth salty smell of bacon fills the air. I grab my tooth brush and apply the cinnamon flavored tooth paste to the bristles, slowly and then swiftly giving my mouth the fresh start it deserves.
Standing in my walk-in closet, I peruse my wardrobe trying to select the perfect outfit for the day. The distant and sweet call from the kitchen informs me it is time to ingest perfection, and thus my selection of outfits becomes a hurried choice of my green scrubs, and the wonderful fragrance of my aqua di gio clogne. The hurried bustle of my wife trying to get the kids ready for church puts a smile on my face, but also saddens me a little knowing that my job as a nurse anesthetist is keeping me from them. My wife sees my frustration and an overwhelming compelling notion brings her to put her hand on my cheek. She hands me a plate of bacon and eggs and a cup of coffee and kisses me softly before re-immersing herself in the task of getting the children ready for church.
The wall clock informs me that
Garrett
Comp 1
27 August 2013
10 Years long gone
The alarm sounds I open my eyes excited to start a new day. I roll my covers back and inhale filling my lungs with the aroma of bacon, my mouth waters as I realize that my sweet wife has risen early to make me breakfast. I stand, but not too fast as I despise the feeling of being dizzy. I slip on my fuzzy slippers that my daughter got me for Christmas the previous year, and drowsily stumble to the bathroom. I shed my robe and rotate the handles of the shower clockwise allowing the water to pour out of the faucet. The steam starts to rise off of the floor of the shower and with a quick swipe of the hand I know that the water is perfect. The water washes away the morning drowsiness and in turn allows me the solitude and relaxation I need before starting another busy day. I dry off as I step out of the shower wrapping the moist towel around my waist again the smooth salty smell of bacon fills the air. I grab my tooth brush and apply the cinnamon flavored tooth paste to the bristles, slowly and then swiftly giving my mouth the fresh start it deserves.
Standing in my walk-in closet, I peruse my wardrobe trying to select the perfect outfit for the day. The distant and sweet call from the kitchen informs me it is time to ingest perfection, and thus my selection of outfits becomes a hurried choice of my green scrubs, and the wonderful fragrance of my aqua di gio clogne. The hurried bustle of my wife trying to get the kids ready for church puts a smile on my face, but also saddens me a little knowing that my job as a nurse anesthetist is keeping me from them. My wife sees my frustration and an overwhelming compelling notion brings her to put her hand on my cheek. She hands me a plate of bacon and eggs and a cup of coffee and kisses me softly before re-immersing herself in the task of getting the children ready for church.
The wall clock informs me that