minutes
awake
i look past my pillow
to the table next to my bed
look to my clock to tell me the time
i focus on the lights - red
and the red lines become numbers
and they tell me it's 7:20
i should be getting up
getting ready for work
going to work
working
but instead i pull my doona up under my chin
i stare at the clock
and it stares back: 7:20
i should have been awake for 20 minutes already
i should have been getting out of bed at 7
i should have been putting my clothes on at 7:07
i should have been packing my bag at 7:14
instead i watch the clock
and wonder why sony decided a 'snooze' should last 7 minutes
i have somewhere under a minute before my alarm tells me, again, to get up
sections of time become minutes, hours, days
small parts come together to make small wholes
my life - broken up into these little brackets
i look to my pants, on the floor from yesterday
pants become clothes,
which i wear
a bag holds possessions,
which i use
a bus takes me to work,
where i work
these pieces of my life
i leave on the floor
ready for another day
and i should be starting this day
collecting the pieces from the floor
combining minutes to make hours
creating a day to add to this life
my life - a collection of events and thoughts and moments
at the same time as i build it, i leave it behind
i let it go
i let this time pass so i might keep the next
and now i wait for the clock to tell me it's 7:21
so i can catch the alarm
and take another 7 minutes for myself