I threw my feet over the edge of the bed
And felt the cold of the boards on my toes.
I stretched and stood,
Then sat back down again.
It was way too early for me to be awake
And my eyes were still adjusting to the dark.
I stood up once more,
This time finding my feet.
I was not ready for the day ahead of me
And my bleary eyes searched the room.
What was I looking for?
Oh, that’s right – light switch.
The light made me recoil and shade my eyes
Like some kind of spaced out vampire.
I wasn’t even hungry,
It was too early for food.
I opened the suitcase and stared at the contents,
Hoping for a flash of inspiration for what to wear.
Anything would do.
But not that. Or that.
I was sure I’d packed the only comfy bra I owned,
The one where the underwire didn’t dig in,
The straps didn’t slide,
And just hinted at cleavage.
I tossed the whole bag looking for it
Throwing aside the entire wardrobe
Previously ironed
And packed so neatly.
And hadn’t I packed that black top as well,
The one with the gold and bronze squiggly lines
That went with the black skirt
That I also couldn’t see.
Maybe I just needed to have a shower
And perhaps it would wake me up a bit.
So, I grabbed my toiletries
And the provided towel.
The warm water flowed deliciously over me,
And I closed my eyes as the bubbles ran away.
This was heaven;
Worth getting up for.
I wrapped the giant, fluffy towel around me.
It wasn’t like the scratchy ones at home.
Like a big hug
From an old friend.
As I walked out of the bathroom I saw it,
Hanging on the back of the door,
My skirt and top,
And my comfy bra.
And all was good with the world.
