early start

that i am a strange girl, i knew, but that i could be a morning person, i ignored. like my mum, i have always loved sleeping in... but this morning was different. a voice (which i thought it was steve's) elicited me to get up: "get up get up, come on, get up". so, still fully asleep, i obliged. i went to the kitchen, looked for the moka, put it on, toasted two pieces of bread, spread them with butter and ginger+rhubarb marmelade (lush), then took a long shower. while drying my hair, steve, woken up by the noise, made me (angrily) notice that it was 6am and denied to have called my name earlier! 6am? while i was having breakfast, i had looked at the clock which read 7.15am... hang on... no, it was 5.15am. still in sleeping mode, i realised i read it backwards! so now it is *still* 7.30. i generally don't go to work until 10am... so, what am i going to do? my mind is now very active. i have been thinking of work and of the book i started reading yesterday... i am already enjoying it! so far, it has already took me back to my university time with the concept of nostalgy and sehnsucht i studied in literature and with the etimology i read in my linguistic classes. it took me even back, to my high school, when i read the odyssey and really empathised with calypso, who had seduced ulysses but was by him eventually abandoned...