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Theatrical Piece for A Monday Morning Routine

BY Ward9ice

Monday Morning: The Scene

The alarm cuts through the quiet like a sharp knock on a locked door.
Your eyes open slowly, the room still tinted with the soft grey of dawn.
Somewhere outside, a rooster crows, not because you asked it to, but because Monday doesn’t wait for anyone.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed. The floor feels cooler than you expected.
The air carries that faint mix of weekend leftovers, the scent of yesterday’s stew, and the crisp promise of a new day.

The kettle begins to hum in the kitchen.
Steam curls upward, carrying the rich, earthy smell of coffee or tea, wrapping itself around your senses like a gentle nudge: time to move.

You glance at your phone, messages, reminders, the week’s first meeting already staring back at you.
A deep breath. Shirt buttoned. Shoes laced.
Outside, the city is waking up: car horns in the distance, the shuffle of hurried footsteps, the low murmur of street vendors setting up for the day.

And then, that moment, stepping out the door.
The air feels different now: alive, charged.
You’re not just leaving home; you’re stepping into the rhythm of the week, ready or not.