Small amount of background: I wrote this on the tram early on a Saturday morning, disgruntled at being roused from bed at the weekend for the teacher training course I’m currently on in Germany.
When I wake up I turn the alarm off
Envious of my friends out late
I ingest a coffee,
Toast,
Enter the bathroom
Rub my face with a towel
Bags packed the night before
Into the stairwell of my flat
Long strides to the
Door which I open, bleary-eyed
Under the statue of a girl on a horse
Nearing the test centre, I think to myself,
Getting up was a chore!
Anna Translates 