The tube of toothpaste that ruined my morning.

I wake.1

It is morning again, much to my dismay.  /Mornings...DIE,/ I mumble, while rubbing the side of my head.  I wipe the sleep from my eyes, rise, and stretch.  I am completely naked, and the temperature of the room makes my skin rise in little dimples.2

Pulling my arms over my head, and standing on my toes, I stretch as hard as I can, energizing as many muscles as I can at once.  My arms fall back down and hit my hips, making a slight tapping sound.  I sniff quickly, then shake my head, in a last effort to be fully awake.3

But I am not, so I start walking.  I walk into the bathroom, the cold tile ratta-ta-tatting against my toes.  It is cold, and jolts me awake.  By now, I'm aware enough to realize that the light is off in the bathroom.  I grumble slightly, then comment, /Silly, you can't look at yourself in the dark,/ while flipping the light switch.4

The light is vibrant, considering the way it tends reflects off of the chrome fixtures in the bathroom.  I squint my eyes and moan briefly, but they soon adjust, allowing me to scrutinize every corner of the room; I am looking for something.5

A towel here, some soap there, but I do not find my toothbrush.  I dip to the cabinet below the sink, and scrounge around in the semi-darkness, but only pull out one thing:  milk of magnesia.  I roll my eyes and wonder why that's under there.  I'd never use it.  I sigh in exasperation, and continue searching.6

I place the blue bottle back to the place from whence it came, and continue on my hunt for the missing toothbrush.7

Quickly checking around the toilet seat, and in the medicine cabinet, I start to come to the conclusion that maybe I left it in the shower.  I brush my teeth in the shower all the time, so it made sense.8

I stretch across the tub, reaching for my toothbrush.  It is blue and clear, since those are the only kind I like to use.  I saved it from certain doom for all eternity as a bracelet, and just used it as what it was meant to be:  a toothbrush.9

I stand up, balance briefly on the slightly-slippery tile, holding the toothbrush in my right hand.10

Something warm crawls across my waist, and a kiss is placed on my neck.  It is you.11

And, suddenly, my morning just got a whole 'lot better.12