Orgy. 


I wake up every morning to an orgy. Full of smacks and hums and pleased groans. Men chuckle in gaggled groups and joke about this job and that job. They share cigarettes. Smells sometimes waft through my windows that seem at once foreign and familiar. 

I’m talking about orgies of metal, not skin. 

Everywhere I settle down in cities, for some reason, I’m always a stone’s throw from a construction site or a landscaping crew or a garbage truck. I’ve become used to the crack of hammers and the whine of drills. I can sleep through hedge clippers and street sweepers on a good day–for a while. 

But, eventually, I can’t take it anymore. 

That is, until this morning. As usual (and purely by accident), I parked near a construction site. The work brought me awake. I don’t know when it started or how long I’d slept through it, but I couldn’t get back to sleep once it woke me. 

It seemed like all I could focus on. Even more annoying than the feeling of having to pee but being too comfortable in bed to move. 

I realized something in that dazy period, listening to the orgy of tools. 

We don’t get to choose how we wake up. Sure, we may set our alarms and snuggle into cozy blanket burritos, but that doesn’t mean we’ll wake up in silence to a comfortable room and a sweet-sounding alarm. Sometimes, life gets in the way. 

Kids run into the bedroom, cats lick our faces to be fed, flames engulf the other side of the bedroom door.

Or. A. Hammer. Won’t. Shut. Up. 

There’s no use getting fussy over it. The important part of waking up isn’t doing it in the most comfortable way possible. The important part of waking up is taking a moment to realize that you just woke up. Today is a new day. There’s new things to see and new thoughts to think and new words to speak.

No one’s going to judge you if you get mad about the car alarm rousing you from a good dream. You shouldn’t judge yourself either. But, since you’re up, take a moment to appreciate that you can still hear. You still have a cozy bed. You’re still alive, and you get to be so for another day.

Me?

What’s not to like? I wake up every morning to an orgy. 

– R. 

Ronin is a traveling writer and does not have a tool fetish (as far as he knows). He writes about what he sees and experiences, and is working on a novel. Follow him on WordPress, Tumblr, and Facebook!

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