Every weekday I wake up between 6:00 and 6:30 am. There is nothing wrong with that; I’m tired, but I survive. The bus I take arives exactly at 7:06 am and it takes approx. 25 minutes to get downtown. At first I was excited—this is a perfect situation to read a book. I figured if I could read about a book a week. I was wrong. I love to read, but this bus ride just too early in the morning.
This morning was the exception to all of that. I woke up late and rushed out the door minutes later only to find that my bus was 4 minutes late. The sun hadn’t come up yet because of the daylight savings time switch over the weekend, but the bus had the lights on inside. When I sat down, I didn’t feel like falling asleep like I normally do, I was wide awake and I was actually able to finish a chapter in the book I’m reading.