Nine AM

[Gray Fox]

Time to get up. Probably. You’re not really sure. You think you’ve done it before, you think you’ll do it again—it’s all sort of a blur. You roll out of bed with the grace of an elephant falling down stairs. Feel around for familiar objects. Wallet. Keys. Change. Phone. MP3 player. Throw on your backpack; lock up the door and head out. You go to school, work, whatever. Does it matter? No, of course not. The important thing is that you did the same thing yesterday and you’ll do the same thing tomorrow. After a while you’re not sure what time it is, because frankly it doesn’t matter. You don’t know what day of the week it is, since that is also irrelevant. So if you don’t remember what yesterday was and you don’t know what tomorrow will be, how do you know time is even advancing? How do you know you aren’t on some infinite loop?

You don’t. You don’t know that yesterday wasn’t just some memory implanted into your brain. You don’t know that the day before wasn’t just a dream. You don’t know that your youth wasn’t a story meticulously crafted by something or someone. All you know is you had to get up at Nine AM, and tomorrow you probably will too.

[hillwalker]

An interesting little piece of self-analysis or self-absorption..... not sure which.
I don't know whether you have been watching 'The Matrix' recently and started believing that life really is just a dream. But I enjoyed reading this and the way you express your thoughts very much.

[PickEm'Up]

Very enjoyable, thanks for posting this

[Dodo25]

I wish I had a 9 AM life. Mine is 6:20 AM.

[Pierre k31]

6:20 am? I wish. I'm up at 4:am and on the way to town by 4:30.
At 2:pm I'm headed back for Lost Prairie, some reloading, shooting, dinner, some time and conversation with Ma and then to bed.
9:am, Gray Fox? Which bank do you work for? :lol:
Nice story.

P