When I Awake

I open my eyes and, as fast as synopses fire, I read he layout of the ceiling I'm staring at. Spackle, off-white from age, not smoke or color. There is a corner in view on my right, that makes the familiar cut into my vision that signifies that I am laying on my back feet pointed north in my bed in my studio apartment. The odd shape that cut into my vision as I sit up becomes the corner that recesses and shapes my closet. My feet touch the floor and I hang on to this closet wall. Just seven feet ahead of me is the threshold of my bathroom. To get there I pass the gaping yaw of my closet where there used to be a door. I removed it to install a pull up bar. I gauge the gap and with no little amount of early morning skill fall from one side of the door frame to the other on my trek to the sink, just inside the bathroom on my right. To the left of the sink there is the toilet, lid down so Qwill, my cat doesn't decide that it's a water bowl. Another foot beyond is the tub which takes up the entirety of that back wall of the bathroom. After splashing water on my face to get the left over sleep from the Sandman out of the corners of my eye I about-face and take one step to my right where the towel hangs, directly across from the toilet.

I exit my bathroom and my eyes sweep across the little room which contains all my worldly possessions. Directly ahead of me, the bed I rolled out of, just beyond my desk, laptop, printer and books. A trash bin in the corner and boxed in by the far edge of my desk on the south wall and the edge of my bookshelves on the west wall. past my bookshelves is my west window, then my TV with it's electronic accessories and then my telescope tripod in the corner. The telescope rests, protected in it's case under my bed. Tracing further along is my North window under which sits my electric piano, then my living room table and love-seat which keeps Qwill's climbing tree against the wall since it is homemade and a bit unsteady. Then there is my "toppings table" which also stores Qwill's food and litter.

I step out past my closet and into the room. I lean against the bar counter I placed to separate my kitchen from my... everything else. Continuing my inventory I pass from the "toppings table" to the linoleum of my kitchen, the first thing which is in the kitchen area is the Qwill's food and water. Then the refrigerator, a small table for randomness to sit on which used to have (and still might) an RC car, charger and accessories but which has been overtaken by scarves, gloves, hats and other cold weather apparel. My doorway comes next with coats being the first thing on the East wall. From the doorway there is a half wall which divides the entry from the kitchen and is more for irritation and some sad attempt at style than any function or flow purpose. Beyond this separator is my stove, on the south wall which my bathroom hides behind. Then my sink, dishwasher, above which sits my microwave, and coffee and espresso machine.

Everything is in its place and everything is as it should be. I make my bed, brew some tea and sit down at my desk to write a blog about the (exactly) three seconds it took me to take account of all that is posted above.