My attempt at a "Little Bit of Morning"
Is it necessary for construction workers to do their job so close to my window at such an early hour? Heat rises, and a room on the second floor with no fan in sight puts closing the window and muffling the racket out of the question. Maybe what I perceive to be too damn early is late afternoon for them, and they fall soundly asleep as soon as the sun begins its 6 o'clock descent. Maybe they're doing this on purpose, driven by an ill will and a skewed sense of duty to whomever their loyalties lie.
I throw the comforter from my body, slamming the window down with a curse bellowing from my throat, waiting for the warmth to sink in.
The high pressured hiss of water shooting through a shower-head mixes with the sizzle of bacon on a skillet. Outside my room the house mates are making their morning rounds. If I follow suit will the construction workers win?