sonya ina

I've decided that one of the worst feelings is waking up late, after either your alarm didn't go off, or you forgot to set it. Those moments of panic, when you first realize that you're running late, are so gut wrenching and disorienting. Questions start running through your head; Am I going to make it? Do I have time to take a shower? How the heck did this happen? Then, you start blaming your tardiness on your alarm. You want to throw it, curse at it, and ultimately destroy it.

Ben woke up late this morning, and as soon as he realized what happened, you could cut the tension with a knife. I felt his pain. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it sucks.