Would Have Been Nice to Know That

Eyes open just a little. Light creeping in. Rub the sleep out. Man I'm rested. Surprisingly light outside.

Glance at cell phone: 7:56. Oh crap.

Heart racing. Panic. 4 minutes til prayer. Go or not go. Go or not go. Go or not go. Go.

3 minutes left.

Covers off. Feet on the floor. Pants. Shirt. Shirt backwards. Shirt straight.

2 minutes left. No time for a belt.

Mouth wash. Hair; forget it—nothing’s going to save that.

Breviary. Where is it; where is it; where is it??? Oh yeah, where I left it.

1 minute left. I'm never gonna make it. Never gonna make it. Never gonna make it.

Out the door. Look down. Woops, better zip that up.

Running, sprinting, racing. Stairs. Corners. Cleaners. Corners. Almost there. Slow up; act cool.

Bells ring. I'm late. Great. Begin walk of shame. Tip toe into Narthex.

No organ. No chant. No people. What the?

Check cell phone.

Saturday.