While I am not a bear in the mornings, I’m not exactly Sister Sunshine either. I’m quiet, very quiet in the morning. I appreciate other quiet people. There are three things that you can guarantee I will have in my hand when I leave the house, everything else might get left behind at one point or another. I will have my phone, I will definitely have my keys, and I will definitely have a cup of coffee. (I thank God every day for the genius that invented my Keurig!)
At 5:15 am I pull into the parking lot to the train station. I have no make up on. my hair is not fixed. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and stumbled out the door with coffee in hand. I managed to remember almost everything I needed today. I think. I drag my rolling bag behind me like a tired child drags a blanket when they are stumbling to bed after staying up too late.
Yep, this is me. I get on the train looking akin to a zombie. I look angry, but I’m really not. I look pale, which I really am. The good news is, until now (since I am show you all) Diva and Good morning Guy are really the only people that see me this way. As soon as I board the train, cosmetic surgery begins. By the time I get my make up on, I have finished a cup of coffee, I feel almost human. I brush my hair out and pin it on top of my head. But on the magic train, I can get on looking like a zombie