A Day in the Life It’s Early Morning, Well Before the Eyelids of the Day Have Opened. a Familiar Noise I’ve Heard Many Times Before, Brings My Mind Out of Its Unconsciousness and Back Into the Real World. I Assume It

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A Day in the Life It’s early morning, well before the eyelids of the day have opened. A familiar noise I’ve heard many times before, brings my mind out of its unconsciousness and back into the real world. I assume it must be sometime around six in the morning, based on similar experiences. I can hear the sound of something small fumbling around on the other side of my bedroom door across the hallway. The sound is sneaking in from a space between where the bottom of the door should meet the carpeting of my bedroom floor. Mornings that begin like this one make me wish I had thought twice about removing the carpeting to expose the bare hardwood floors, only for the pleasure I thought it might bring to my eyes. If only I had known at the …show more content…
With her bedroom door not closed, I listen to the sounds of the slider door open and then close quickly. Shortly after, the sounds of him galloping down the hallway to grab his soft, squishy, black and white spotted squeaky bone could be heard. A sound of squeaks is heard beginning from one end of the hallway to her bedroom where he stops at her closed bathroom door. He drops his bone and takes a seat, and soon after, lays down sensing it may be sometime before his friend comes out from that doorway. I decide its time to remove myself from the comfort of my bed and prepare my breakfast. As I open my door, he slowly looks up, not satisfied with who he sees, he returns to his waiting position. I seat myself at the dining room table with a small bowl of oatmeal and freshly toasted English muffins with a dab of jam for taste. A few moments later, I am softly greeted by her and the following companion, who now seems to be somewhat interested in me for the tasty morsels of food I have in front of me. I refuse to acknowledge him, as if he had not ignored me just a few moments earlier. He quickly gives up and continues his routine. She makes her way outside in order to fetch the daily paper and is promptly greeted at her return to the front door. He patiently waits for her to get settled into her recliner chair after preparing herself a half slice of English toast with butter on it. She takes a seat next to her newspaper she brought in and begins reading. He looks up at

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