After having an epic weekend with epic food, epic friends, and of course epic church you go to sleep as happy as a kid on christmas remembering all those memories you have made in the past two days.
Then you suddenly are jerked awake by the sound of your alarm (or in my case my mom). You get up all in a rush, take a shower leaning on the walls in a sleepy haze, you blow dry your hair with sleep in your eyes, get dressed with a rush of short term energy, and then...
You look at the clock. 20 minutes early.
You think of all those precious seconds you could gave been sleeping.
You slow down your pace to the speed of a snail. You cook your breakfast...or not and eat it as you lazily slip on your flipflops and head to the car grabbing the last few things you almost forgot.
You jump in the drivers seat and head out to school (or work) in a foggy haze of the lasting memories of the weekend. The thoughts seem foreign that there even was a weekend that passes in such a rush.
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