Monday Morning

It's dark and I'm so tired my eyelids are so firmly shut it feels like they're glued.  There is a noise coming from somewhere above the duvet.  It won't stop.  Someone please make it stop.  Maybe I'm dreaming?  It's beeping quietly like a distant car alarm.  People are so inconsiderate these days. Why won't someone turn it off?

The noise gets louder and louder.  I prise my eyelids open and try to work out where the noise is coming from in the darkness. My hand finds the alarm clock and the light tells me that it is 5:45.  How can it be the morning already?  It only seems like five minutes since my head hit the pillow.  

The vibrations beneath my hand tells me that the noise is my alarm clock.  Why is the alarm clock set this early?  It's the middle of the night.  I turn it off and my eyelids close again all too easily.  I sink beneath the duvet, enjoying the warmth and the peace.  

I am lying on a beach, eyes closed with the sun warming my face.  It is so calm and quiet.  Suddenly there is something heavy on top of me, it takes the breath out of my body and it keeps wriggling.  Suddenly cold hands are on my face and a small person has disturbed my peace.  I'm not on a beach. I'm in bed.

Then the noise from the alarm is back. It's not the weekend.  

"Mummy it's time to get up."  "I want to go downstairs!"  "Now!"

Game over.

It's Monday, there is no putting it off.  I have to peel off the lovely warm duvet and drag myself downstairs for another week of fun and frolics.