ludicrously speaking

Woke up all groggy this morning, a little thrown off thinking of going back for reservist - even though getting off the bed at 7 seemed like a normal thing to be doing for most. Reanimated into being wondering if the first day reporting would somhow end prematurely due to some twist of fate. I then slapped myself in my head for being such a fucking dreamer.

I irked the sight of my aged, long abandoned uniform - hardly patronising the idea of wearing them anytime soon. Stuffed all the neccessities into my backpack and left the house. On the way to the bus-stop my tummy started rumbling, its a sign that i’m feeling a lil’ uncomfortable for the long drawn day ahead.

It was the usual fanfare, met some reservist mates along the way and more converged as we waited in the briefing room. Everyone was in their half uniform, except me. I came in slippers and shorts simply because i was hoping not to change out of them. Ya, call me stubborn, but there are certain things worth hoping for and for the first time in a long time, my wishes came through. Lord and behold, the morning briefing ended in the blink of an eye as they merely sorted out our documents and informed us of our shift schedules. I was back home before 11am. Sweet. My bed is my refuge. 

Night shift tomorrow and following two days off. It’s starting to look a lot like Christmas indeed.