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tamingthemuseTitle: Routine
Prompt 377 - Bleak
Rating: Gen
The alarm started off, and another day began.
Magda didn't bother to growl as the strident bipping took her out of a dream she already couldn't remember properly. Something about waiting for an e-mail that never came. Whatever. She got up slowly, her limbs still full of sleep. Outside, the sun hadn't already risen, the night thick and mocking her for having to be out of bed before daylight. She felt around for the side lamp switch, and with a little click, light came creating shadows in her room. Time to move on.
Every day was the same routine, getting up, shower, getting dressed, breakfast – mostly coffee, she never had been a heavy eater this early in the morning –, gathering her things, and leaving for work. There wasn't any space for improvisation, neither did she care for or would want some. Routine meant not having to think too much about what you need to do, it meant you didn't have to use your brain before getting at work. Even walking to there was a brainless activity, her feet knowing the path better than her head.
Brain became really needed when it was time to interact with other people, at work or at the coffee shop just before. The sun was barely showing up when she stopped there to purchase a second dose of wake-up juice and a little something to eat later, when her stomach would finally register it was time to function and feed the rest of her body. When Magda walked out the shop, the day was clearing around her, in the milky grey tone that foreshadowed a bleak day. It matched the haze still surrounding her head.
The "good morning", "how are you today ?", "sad weather, isn't it?" that came with the beginning of yet another working day kicked her brain into full working mode. Sitting at her desk, Madga was ready for another data recording day in the busy London office she was part of.
While she worked, she often let her mind wander on his own, not too far away if she needed it back for a more complicated set of data, but far enough for her to escape from the grey world that was her daily life. Sometimes she went away in the fantasy world featured in the last book she read, the last film she saw. Sometimes she composed a whole new story from a small departing point for her real life. More often, though, she just went into the happy places she'd been in in the past. Polland, Greece, Mongolia, all the places she had seen when she was a little girl and her parents where moving for place to place for her dad's work. All those places she was dying to see again, with her grown-up eyes, just to know if she could still find the magic in them. One day, when she had the money and the time, she promised herself, part of her not knowing if that day would really come.
Sometimes, late at night, when she was bored, alone in her flat, she told herself she would do something to reach her goal, and she would do it no later than the day after. In the morning, though, her resolution seemed to have disolved in the realm of her dreams, and she went on with her life like nothing would never change. One day maybe, her resolution would last. One day, something would happen and she would left facing the real possibility to go away and travel the world. Maybe that day wasn't as far as she thought it was.
Prompt 377 - Bleak
Rating: Gen
The alarm started off, and another day began.
Magda didn't bother to growl as the strident bipping took her out of a dream she already couldn't remember properly. Something about waiting for an e-mail that never came. Whatever. She got up slowly, her limbs still full of sleep. Outside, the sun hadn't already risen, the night thick and mocking her for having to be out of bed before daylight. She felt around for the side lamp switch, and with a little click, light came creating shadows in her room. Time to move on.
Every day was the same routine, getting up, shower, getting dressed, breakfast – mostly coffee, she never had been a heavy eater this early in the morning –, gathering her things, and leaving for work. There wasn't any space for improvisation, neither did she care for or would want some. Routine meant not having to think too much about what you need to do, it meant you didn't have to use your brain before getting at work. Even walking to there was a brainless activity, her feet knowing the path better than her head.
Brain became really needed when it was time to interact with other people, at work or at the coffee shop just before. The sun was barely showing up when she stopped there to purchase a second dose of wake-up juice and a little something to eat later, when her stomach would finally register it was time to function and feed the rest of her body. When Magda walked out the shop, the day was clearing around her, in the milky grey tone that foreshadowed a bleak day. It matched the haze still surrounding her head.
The "good morning", "how are you today ?", "sad weather, isn't it?" that came with the beginning of yet another working day kicked her brain into full working mode. Sitting at her desk, Madga was ready for another data recording day in the busy London office she was part of.
While she worked, she often let her mind wander on his own, not too far away if she needed it back for a more complicated set of data, but far enough for her to escape from the grey world that was her daily life. Sometimes she went away in the fantasy world featured in the last book she read, the last film she saw. Sometimes she composed a whole new story from a small departing point for her real life. More often, though, she just went into the happy places she'd been in in the past. Polland, Greece, Mongolia, all the places she had seen when she was a little girl and her parents where moving for place to place for her dad's work. All those places she was dying to see again, with her grown-up eyes, just to know if she could still find the magic in them. One day, when she had the money and the time, she promised herself, part of her not knowing if that day would really come.
Sometimes, late at night, when she was bored, alone in her flat, she told herself she would do something to reach her goal, and she would do it no later than the day after. In the morning, though, her resolution seemed to have disolved in the realm of her dreams, and she went on with her life like nothing would never change. One day maybe, her resolution would last. One day, something would happen and she would left facing the real possibility to go away and travel the world. Maybe that day wasn't as far as she thought it was.
