Snooze the Alarm

Is it morning already?

Where’s my phone? That alarm is piercing.

The light from the phone screen burns my eyes and I flinch.

In turning my alarm off, I landed on Facebook.

The first headline of the day was

Barbaric.

Young Children Missing from Texas Detention Center.

My ears ring at the thought.

How has twenty minutes gone by? I was quickly checking Facebook. Wait no, turning my alarm

off.

What was I doing on Facebook? I need to wake up.

Those poor mothers.

What will I wear today?

Why are children in a detention center?

What do they wear?

I need new toothpaste.

I’m out of coffee.

Do pediatric dentists work in detention centers?

I need to leave early to get coffee.

I need to look up the closest Starbucks to me.

What are Starbucks’ featured drinks right now?

Do I even have time to go to Starbucks now?

I’m so tired.

What happened to the children?

What am I going to wear?

Are we going to war?

Is my boss still mad about that thing?

There’s nothing I can do about it.

The guilt of my ordinary life is crippling.