And so the story goes......

I woke this Morning at 4:07 am, listening to the soft snores of my furry buddy, begrudging myself to take the first steps of the day. They came slowly at first, and with a lil help from the hallway wall, i was able to make it to my routine destination, the coffee pot.
With my dog in tow, I scooped up, what appeared to be an over excited miniature German Shepherd, to free him from his confines of the night and to let the furry critters out to do their biz. I decided to take the opportunity to have a cancer stick, and wait for the coffee to finish. Once we were back inside, the dogs sat obediently, staring expectantly for their highlight of the morning. I acted in kind and gave it to them, a beggin treat.
I sat with my "essence of life in a cup" warming my soul, slowly bringing together the pieces which i claim to be my senses. Time suddenly dawned on me,as always with a rude slap of reality, and the events of the day fell before me, like planks of a pirate ship without the "splash" at the end. While frantically getting ready to take the plunge, i looked left and right for my escape, but alas! all i could see was broken dreams and the impossible. Before i could make the right choice, and dive off into the endless adventures that may lie ahead, my terrible conscience took hold of me and shoved me out the door.
I raised my head and took a breath. The morning air dashing away the thoughts of following Gulliver in his travels, and my feet began moving, as if on cue to the destination they know so well. All the while, my thoughts still enjoying their paradise of adventures unseen and unknown. Then, my feelings of loss overwhelmed these thoughts and sensibility took control as I nod to bus driver and board .....