David Marsh

My Daily Routine

My mornings always start the same. I awake in my clean and comfortable king-size bed, still dazed by the previous night’s sleep, cramped and stiff from the hours of stillness, and I wonder. I wonder not what lies in the day ahead, not what to make for breakfast, put on for work or how I’ll stumble to the bathroom in this weary state. No. In the mornings, I think ahead, far ahead. Far ahead to a time where life is simpler. We all fret about the future. Will I be rich? Will I be married with kids? Will I be sober? All questions worth asking, though questions not made for a Monday morning comedown.