A million things entered my mind this morning as i dashed madly through the front door and back about five times.

Contacts, 20 lb text book, ipod sitting primly in it's proper place on the speakers, cinnamon toast still in the toaster (ignored and forgotten in all of its burnt sugary glory), heels yanked forcefully over lotion-less skin, scarf wrapped around with skillful hands in an envious knot, kisses swiftly blown up the spiral staircase wishing a lazily over-sleeping body some sense of fulfillment during his lackluster day.

Eventually I realized it was too late - the bus had pleasantly tooted away.

I delicately pried my heels off the already swollen, cracking feet and lathered them up in honeysuckle lotion. With my head resting on my knees I could spot the discarded bits of notes and post-its that had rained upon the floor throughout the last few weeks and noticed a fortune I thought I had thrown away in haste.

That was the first time I smiled this morning. Many more were to follow.