A few heavy breaths
A rustle and a turn
My dad's soft voice
'It's time to get up'
A moan
A loud shift in the blankets
A silent count to three
One...two...three
One last sigh and a lift out of bed
I'm up
The sliding of my feet
The creek of my door
The spray of the shower
The pounding of the sink
Up and down, up and down
I'm clean
Doors open
Doors close
The dryer is pried
A zip of the zipper
The clank of the belt
I'm dressed
A few generic greetings
'Good morning'
'Good morning'
A flip of the paper
A swig of the glass
I'm out
The skid of my feet on concrete
The clack of the car door
A turn of the key
And a blare of the music
A rev of the engine
The roll of the tires
Damn, I'm late
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