Early Morning Man
Early Morning Man
Chris Thomas
COMM/105
January 29, 2010
Gary Frazier
University of Phoenix
Early Morning Man
I remember while growing up how much I enjoyed sleeping late into the morning, and how when waking up it would be around eight in the morning. In the summer time there was no school so I would sleep in much later usually 10 or 11 o’clock. I loved to sleep in late and wake up with the soft white bed sheets wrap around me tightly and just lay in bed wondering what I would be doing all day, thinking to myself one more hour of sleep and I will wake up. Morning rays from the sun through the glass window pane would always try to make me wake up, but I would just roll over and cover my head with my blue wool blanket and fall softly back to sleep. After about an hour, I would finally wake up rub the sleep from my eyes and head on down the squeaky basement stairs that led to the bathroom to take a shower. In the shower the warm gentle drops of water would always helped to wake me up even more. I enjoyed sleeping late it was a time when there wasn’t any rush in my life and the tick tock of the clock didn’t matter. At age 19 my whole sleeping life took a total left turn I found a job at the local bakery. With all the excitement about making a full pay check and working, all I could think about was what a beautiful and magnificent day this was. Then the bad news came down on me like a ton of rocks falling all over my head, the bakery manager told me “Start time is at three in the morning be there on time, and you are now an early morning man.” For the next 35 years day after day year after year I worked as a baker and sleeping late became a long lost dream. It is a different feeling that comes with waking up and going to work at two in the morning, it is so quite that even the birds are asleep and the roads have no cars, the radio, and I became good friends. I was usually the first one at the bakery and part of my job was to
Chris Thomas
COMM/105
January 29, 2010
Gary Frazier
University of Phoenix
Early Morning Man
I remember while growing up how much I enjoyed sleeping late into the morning, and how when waking up it would be around eight in the morning. In the summer time there was no school so I would sleep in much later usually 10 or 11 o’clock. I loved to sleep in late and wake up with the soft white bed sheets wrap around me tightly and just lay in bed wondering what I would be doing all day, thinking to myself one more hour of sleep and I will wake up. Morning rays from the sun through the glass window pane would always try to make me wake up, but I would just roll over and cover my head with my blue wool blanket and fall softly back to sleep. After about an hour, I would finally wake up rub the sleep from my eyes and head on down the squeaky basement stairs that led to the bathroom to take a shower. In the shower the warm gentle drops of water would always helped to wake me up even more. I enjoyed sleeping late it was a time when there wasn’t any rush in my life and the tick tock of the clock didn’t matter. At age 19 my whole sleeping life took a total left turn I found a job at the local bakery. With all the excitement about making a full pay check and working, all I could think about was what a beautiful and magnificent day this was. Then the bad news came down on me like a ton of rocks falling all over my head, the bakery manager told me “Start time is at three in the morning be there on time, and you are now an early morning man.” For the next 35 years day after day year after year I worked as a baker and sleeping late became a long lost dream. It is a different feeling that comes with waking up and going to work at two in the morning, it is so quite that even the birds are asleep and the roads have no cars, the radio, and I became good friends. I was usually the first one at the bakery and part of my job was to