Eyes open slowly. It's time. It's the worst time. 5 more minutes?
Rain is beating on your window, a melancholy tune by a lone steel drum band. Only you're not in your Hawaiian shirt, nor is your nose covered in zinc. It's a weekday- and your alarm has once again assaulted you.
Rise and shine, friends! Peel yourself off of your warm, powder scented cotton cloud of a pillow. Lift one leg....and the next, to the edge of your bed. Feel that cool, stale dark morning air, as you mourn the loss of your comfort. Put on that dully appropriate attire. Comb that bed-head. Brush those teeth. What's next?
Let's make this commute to Jungleland a little more bearable, shall we? Before you do mach-10 to the nearest Dunkin' Donuts or Starbucks- or Stewarts if you live in the boonies, like myself...consider constructing your own liquid speed. They sell the good stuff at all of the grocery stores now- so by all means, you can still enjoy those DD arabica beans. But- spice it up- add a dose of calypso to your mundane "mourning".
Next time you're at your grocery store- pick up a bit of coconut milk. Use the coconut milk instead of creamer, with however many packets of splenda you prefer. I tried this trick, but went even a little further- and made it an iced coffee. It brightened up my morning, all the while conjuring visions of top-down convertibles, sunshine and tanning lotion. Ay Dios Mio!