The trouble with writing (for me) is that I get bored halfway through and move on to other things. /kanyeshrug/ I write really long sentences. I need to break that habit.
Shaking hands fumbled with the thin cellophane glued to the side of the carton as she tried to wrangle the straw from its packaging.
Power walking, again. How unusual.
A puff of breath, visible in the morning chill passed through her lips a moment before the straw did—sharp end piercing the foil seal of the protein drink.
As it did, her now free hand retracted into the warmth and security of too-long sleeves (an occupational hazard of being vertically challenged), whilst the other envied its brother, condemned to cold air until sustenance was had. The obnoxious and dynamic blue packaging blared at her through the brown hair that fell over her face, and she narrowed her eyes at it.
“Get more up ‘n’ go in the mornings! Shake well! Pierce here!”
If a carton of milk could make her feel awake after a night with little sleep, she’d never worry about falling asleep in class again.
That said, a subpar breakfast was hardly conducive to staying awake through her lectures.
Normally she’d’ve had a bowl of cereal by now and maybe a glass of juice.
Today, though, was another of those days where a proper breakfast was lost to the temporal anomaly of ‘not running late’, and the misplaced half hour between waking and getting out of bed had put paid to that plan.
Where had that half hour gone anyway?
The carton gave up on the notion of structural integrity as she drained the last of its contents, and she cast her eyes around her for a bin. She’d made this trip a hundred times before – almost every day in fact. Somehow that didn’t stop her from seeming to expect a bin to magically appear along the route where it didn’t exist before.
The cold nipped at her fingers—an unfriendly reminder that she was only halfway there—and she retracted her carton bearing hand into the grey sleeves of her coat as much as she could with the crumpled carton in hand.
At least there’d be heating on the bus—presuming she got to the bus stop in time, in any case.
She hastened her steps. So much so that she almost forgot to deposit the carton in the bin as she bustled past.