*What follows are my ‘sabaw’ thoughts at the early hours of the day. Hello to the way too early morning people like me.*
I wake up at three in the morning every work day. My brother leaves for work around that time, so I get up and transfer to the living room couch when he leaves, to catch more sleep. I only start moving around at four or 430am. By that time, I prepare my first mug of coffee and set out to do my morning chores before leaving for work: sweep up, let Marshie out, wash some dishes, and prepare my baon breakfast.
I’ve always been a morning person, so I don’t really mind doing chores early. It’s peaceful and quiet, with only the sound of AM radio and the occasional neighbors’ dogs’ barking keeping me company.
Quiet and still, except when a couple of months ago, the neighbor’s alarm startled me out of my struggle to stay awake as I was frying some chicken franks. The alarm resembles the sound of a crying cow. Try listening to the sound of a crying cow at 430am, while you’re still trying to wake yourself up. Disturbing, isn’t it? After a while, I had gotten used it, and actually miss it when I don’t hear it. The alarm blasts on for about 20 minutes. Such a heavy sleeper, my neighbor.
When I’m done with my chores and before jumping in the shower, I sit down, browse through some perpetually horrid and repetitive national news, and enjoy my second mug of coffee. Yes, I’m already on my second by 5am.
By 530am, I start hustling, and then I’m off to another day on the battlefield, where by 1pm, I’d already be yawning. Lola mode on.