A Day In A Life

A day starts before an alarm clock. JUST before an alarm clock buzzes. A win already. A win of the body over technology. A smile appears. A smile of a WINNER. And then the eyes close again, attempting to match to the pre determined waking time. 'I will wake when the clock tells me to.' From a winner all the way to a push over of the system. A submissive whore of an iphone 11pro's alarm clock. Pathetic. Even its buzzing sound is the most generic of sounds. No music... no ease into it... just BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 
And I'm up. And here comes the daily chore of beautifying myself before facing the world. What a feminist. Covering my face with paint. With masks. With shades of denial for the impending age approaching. Every birthday past the age of 10 really should not be mentioned and DEFINITELY not celebrated. 
And I'm ready. If by ready I mean 'beautiful, breezy, covergirl...'
And so I leave to start a day in a life in a city that isn't mine. A city that once was mine but in it now I am just a guest. A foreign object placed in it temporarily. On its way to another city where I am just a guest. A sweet spot on the road. A glitch in the system. A break. A charge. A day in a life. 
I sit in a coffee shop that is called EASE. Do I feel ease just by being here? I wonder. Is it ease I am feeling? Or rather, anticipation, excitement, anxiety... 'what will the day bring?' Who will I meet outside of myself? Who will I meet inside of myself. What road will I take. What road will I not take. And what will happen in between of all the choices I'll make. A day in a life is a series of possibilities. An open space inviting alien occupants. A bare stage waiting for its players to adorn it. A day in a life is a series of chances. Is a chance for good. A chance for bad. A chance for indifferent. 
No. I am not at ease in this coffee shop named EASE. I am in curiosity. Full blown curiosity as to the array of possibilities this DAY IN A LIFE will bring...