My Waking Reality

So Dr. Sexson wanted us to do an inventory of our room and what we see when we wake up. So here it goes!

I wake up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock at 6am, and force myself to get out of bed. I go to move and feel that I am barricaded in by my two cats, Oskar and Lola (no not the Barry Manilow Lola, but Humbert’s Lola, her full name is Dolores) they are brother and sister. I carefully remove myself from the layers of sheets, down comforter and family heirloom quilt, with deep green Celtic knots linked together across a cream backing, brought from Ireland by my Great-grandmother, my prized possession. I throw my legs over the side of my queen sized bed, and slowly begin to look around.

Right next to my knees is my side table, found at a yard sale for $5 but worth about $150. Piled on top are my books for class and the notebook I write in in the middle of the night when I wake up with ideas. Next to the books is my little lamp my Mother made me with the hand cut roses in the shade through which the light shines in red and green tissue paper, I have woken up to this lamp since I was four. In the shelves of the side table are all my movies, the CDs I have from before iTunes, and my massive album collection from my Uncle and Mother. In the collection is mostly Jazz and Classical (there’s even a Lionel Richie album signed by Quincy Jones when my Mother placed him and his entourage in L.A. in 1976 for a corporate event, another possession I prize and will never part with).

As I make my way to the bathroom I pass my desk drowning in papers, things I am working on, applications to grad schools and on and on and on. I can’t even see my laptop under all of it. As I walk around my bed I survey my room and realize I have four, six foot talk bookcases jam packed with books and more just spilling onto the floor! Even as I look at this I don’t think I have too many, I only think of all the books I have not found and bought yet! I make mental note to visit Francis at Vargo’s later in the week!

I pass my dresser and look at the 1920s French Posters I found in a strange antique shop in London. They are massive and the graphics are beautiful in their infinite details. I finally make it to the bathroom door and trip over Oskar as I go to the sink to splash cold water on my face to wake up. I am instantly jolted awake and look at the calendar to realize that I am about to begin another week, and I haven’t blogged yet!

My room is small but it is jammed pack full of my life and things. I never really thought about it until Dr. Sexson had us do this blog. I sure have accumulated a lot of things, but each has a fond memory attached, and each time I step into my own reality in the morning I am reminded of my past.