Morning Fog

Jennifer Cudmore Prof. L. Gertsma English Composition 1 6 September, 2012 Morning sully I often wonder how many opportunities Ive let purloin by by come forth my flavour. Countless colorful sunsets, also many moons boost into the night sky to either the same count, or even something as impartial as a glance in the mirror at my aver reflection. Far too many generation I put one over been too busy or too tired to stop and nonice what Im missing. On one particular morning a a couple of(prenominal) days ago, I awoke to the piercing sound of my alarm blaring in my ear.Even though the piece of technology had merely sprouted legs of its sustain to live with itself under my pillow, I could still hear it as clear as a bull horn through my sleepiness. I managed to groggily press the ripe button on the flat piece of glass that was the surface of my cellphone phone. Theres two buttons to choose from and if Im not careful, I would find myself pressing the button that would allow me to drift false to the land of odd happenings, to unicorns and fairy dust, and to the tramp where time seems to stand still.Often times, when this regrettable mishap has occurred, I would wake in such frenzy that I could feel the labored breaths as they attempted to escape from my lungs. My heart was thrashing in such a fashion as to erupt serial through my chest. Luckily this was not one of those days and I began to untangle myself from the c overs that so gently held me throughout the night. The temperature change was abrupt and waves began to rush over my skin manage lake water lapping the rocks of a shoreline. My long, cold fingers r to each oneed through the nighttime toward the switch on the wall.My look quickly clenched shut as if anticipating the searing hurt that was about to commence once the switch was turned. With a loud click, electricity rushed the filament of the crystal globe and exceptionally opaline light stretched through every corner of my room th at was expert as dark as dirty oil a scrap ago. Making the unbearable attempt to adjust to the sudden change from darkness to light, my eyes began to blink repeatedly and tears formed at the corners of each eye. With each blink, it became apparent very quickly that contacts would not be an picking today.I could almost hear the pleading of each eye screaming out to me saying, Please go back to bed Were not place yet With the moon still hanging high outside my window, I turn to my closet. I remember thinking to myself that the moon looked particularly bright this morning and perhaps that was the first sign that I was looking a little closer at what I was doing than I usually did. I quickly chose my outfit for the day and began down the hall manner towards the measuring rods. The potent flavor of coffee hit my senses as my feet landed on the fourth step from the top of the narrow stairwell.My lifeline is what I officially dubbed this miracle liquid for no matter how many hours o f sleep I had shorted myself the night before, coffee had everlastingly helped me push through. I made my way down the remainder of the step and into the coffee scented kitchen where I find a mug to place sugar and creamer in. I managed to pour a cupful without spilling even a drop of the precious, blistering hot liquid. Even with the first few sips of the coffee within the cup, I start to feel my body tardily awaken from the sudden surge of caffeine and I push forward.With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, I puff the decision that there is no time for a piece of fuddle or bowl of cereal. Almost as if hearing my thoughts, an animal like growling emanated from my stomach in an attempt to change my mind. The plea was quickly ignored and I walked past the refrigerator door. A amiable visor formed in my mind of yet another missed opportunity, as I walked past my father who was so intently focused on the plate of breakfast sitting in front of him.With cup in hand I enter th e bathroom, where I finish hireting officious for the day. With a quick glance around, as if taking a mental inventory of what would be needed, a hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste quickly make their way to the countertop, lining up like patrons at a checkout in a supermarket. It wasnt until my hair was done and teeth were brushed that I made the connection. How many years had I gotten myself up? How many times had I dressed myself and how many cups of coffee had it issuen to get me press release in the morning?I had come to the shocking realization that in the past 15 minutes of my 32 years I managed to get myself ready in the presence of 3 different mirrors in 3 separate places of my house but not once did I take the time to gaze into one. I had looked long enough to guarantee that every hair was in its place and that every pearly white tooth got its own little one on one with the toothbrush but not once did I truly look at the reflection that was softly standing there star ing back at me.I stopped and hale myself to truly look and realized that the reflection was the same with the exception of a few extra lines, or that the shine of my hair wasnt quite an as luminescent as it once was. However, when I actually looked into my eyes it came quite apparent that the many years of broken hearts, lost loves, and life experiences had changed them in such a way that it was almost unrecognizable. There was pain there, yet an even stronger wisdom irradiated brighter than the moon or the sun combined. Sometimes, all it takes is a little time to really appreciate who you are and what you have accomplished in your life.