Red Space Rocket

I love it when I wake up, having had the best dreams, describing them in vivid detail to my sister at the table, then completely forgetting them within ten minutes.

I love it when I spend fifteen otherwise useful minutes of my morning picking out the sultanas from my ‘Plus’, leaving the yogurt-covered raisins, then finding out that raisins and sultanas have the same revolting taste.

I love it when I wait for the hair straightener to heat up, then looking outside and it’s raining. I love it when I prepare myself a lovely avocado and ham sandwich, then leave it on the bench at home.

I love packing all my gear for work, then finding out someone’s switched my shift.

I love wearing two pairs of socks, gloves and a scarf so I won’t get cold walking to school, then my mum pops her head out of the door and says, “Oh, George, did I mentioned that I can give you a lift?”

I love setting my alarm for seven o’clock so I won’t be late for school, then my sister unplugging it so she can recharge her phone, thus making me late for school.

I love getting all psyched up for my Maths test today, then leaving my cheat-sheet at home.

I love looking forward to seeing my best friend, and filling her in on everything that could’ve happened in the past eight hours since we’ve seen each other, then her messaging me saying she isn’t coming.

But most of all, I love it how I dread waking up so early and going through these actions, and how I’ll do exactly the same thing tomorrow. I love the smell of irony in the morning.

- By George H in Morphing English.