Five more minutes is never five minutes.
Pulling my left laces nice and tight while scanning the room for other things I needed for the day, I looped the the bunny ears and spotted my cosmetic bag. Looking down to my foot, satisfied with the knot I had created, I lunged over to the dresser to grab my toiletries and promptly fell to the ground. In my haste, I had inadvertently tied my sneaker as tightly as I could to a strap of my book bag. Fully packed and heavy, it served as an anchor and literally pulled me to the floor. Lying there like an idiot, I turned over and struggled to untie myself from my bag.
I eventually made it to the gym and things went well on that front. I showed up to work early because I wanted to enjoy the beautiful day and read for a bit in the little park by the restaurant. It's not even a park, really. It's a grassy area. Whatever, I could lay down and read, and it was nice.
Twenty pages into my chill session, I started to get sleepy. I put my book on my belly and closed my eyes for a quick nap. I must have really been knocked out because when I woke up, a group of people and some sort of Park Ranger were standing above me. I remember flinching dramatically and immediately wondering, Um, what the hell is going on? as the woman dressed like a ranger kept talking about the Devotion House behind me. She was leading a tour, obviously, but why she chose to the lead the group of people to a spot directly above a napping stranger is beyond me. Lifting my sunglasses to rub my eyes, an old man in the tour group leaned down into my face and asked, "Is that a good book?!"
My life is a comedy.