Clocking in

Here I am, fourteen minutes before my shift starts. The hum of soda machines envelope me in sweet noise. I turned off the blasted blaring TV just to have a few moments to write… I have had so many creative ideas these last few weeks but I have been preoccupied. These glaring florescent lights irritate me… but they are on some some sort of a motion detector. This morning’s breakfast consists of scrapple, donuts, scrambled eggs, and oatmeal. Lunch is bbq chicken potato salad, and I don’t know what else.

As I write my mind keeps traveling to my wife. She is so beautiful. We had a baby free weekend last week and it was the best feeling in the world to laugh and just be our old crazy selves again. I cant get the sensation of caressing her brown skin out of my mind… I sure hope today goes by quickly, her soft lips have me even more distracted.

Its 5:23, technically I can clock in and start my day. Should I? Or should I write for another seven minutes. Sometimes (as much as I hate it) I’ll post from my phone just for the sake of placing meaningful words together(also to put a post up if it’s been a while). I usually write my poems down in a composition book, then type them up, proofread them and such, then post. Now all I’m thinking about is the lady of my life and that sexy outfit she had on yesterday.

It is almost that time-four more minutes until I am a slave once again to the demands of the man(not necessarily any white pereon, just the boss). Three more until I begin to sweat and my mind checks out of the Warm and Fuzzy Hotel and into madness… cooking can be that way sometimes. I cook for over 100 residents… It is 5:29, I must go now. Tell my wife I love her, I’ll be thinking of her and tell…..

4 thoughts on “Clocking in

  1. I felt the change coming as the clock counted down towards your time for work. I’m glad you had that time with your beautiful wife. Every couple needs that time to laugh and reconnect. Good job getting some writing in too!

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  2. It was such a wonderful weekend of laughter. It was way to short. I was ligit sad when it was over. Thanks for your sweet thoughts of me. I love your post.
    I also want to make a note that although it was very poetic the way you wrote it, I love that it also sounded like we were in your head. As if you weren’t writing a post.

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