The Meetup

You roll over, smashing the snooze button on your alarm. It takes a moment or two to be able to get the energy to sit up from the bed. Your feet hand from the bed as you smile, knowing that you will be able to spend time with me after a few weeks of constant work and conflicting schedules. You follow your regular morning routine, getting dressed, throwing on your favourite clean outfit, throwing on jeans and a top, along with a hoodie. You quickly do your hair to get rid of the bedhead before heading downstairs. You grab something small before looking at your bag and thinking of where to go to find me throughout the day. You take a moment to think before you head out the door.