It’s Saturday morning, around 7 am. I stayed out at the bars with my friends a little too late into the night. The only thing in this world that I want to do now is sleep in until 11 am. Usually after a long night of drinking I will wake up a little bit early, only to look around then fall back into a deep sleep for a few more hours. Only sometimes there is a little friend just waiting for me to stir before striking.
The morning fly. As soon as it sees me wake up it starts its dive bombing technique. Right onto my face, in my hair, or wherever the little bastard can find skin. After negotiations with Satan (To kill the fly and he can have my soul) fail I start trying flail my arms about to hit the deceptively slow looking fly. All the while trying my hardest not to completely wake myself up. This is done in vain, however. Sadly, I am already awake. As the fly keeps buzzing around my bed, I try different approaches to escape its never ending torment. Completely submerging myself under the blankets doesn’t work because it cuts off my air supply. Planning a counter strike against the fly doesn’t work because I will have to be completely awake to do this, and won’t get any more rest after the deed is done. Eventually I just give up the fight, because by now I have thought too hard about my little enemy, and ways to kill him, that I am now fully awake.
As I get up to go take a shower and make my coffee, hanging my head in shameful defeat. The fly, having completed his duty, is now nowhere to be found.
Thanks little guy for another ruined Saturday morning. See you next week.
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