NaBloPoMo nov.9 prompt: first thing in the morning.!
When I was in middle school, I would sleep again; at the dining table as a routine.
But in high school I wanted wake up in the morning.
I was drawn to the serenity of the dawn. Everything in silurian blue.!
Now I don’t have a fix routine for my mornings as I’m not a morning person.!
Hitting the snooze button activates my sneezing.!
At the end of my high school I developed certain allergy reactions.
Now I’m suffering from allergies. The worst word in my vocabulary.
So now a days first thing in the morning for me is sneezing.
My pile of tissues at my bedside kiss me a good morning almost everyday. Believe me that is not romantic.!
I read in an article, that the word allergy didn’t exist until 1920s.
On my worst days; despite the Napoleonic wars, I want to go to the 1800s so badly.
In Vintage clothing a handkerchief is like a fashion choice, my handkerchief is a part of my dress code.
An empty tissue box is a nightmare for me.!
The downside of a cold morning is so bad.
The runny nose, sneezing and congestion is a nuisance.
I was a fan of Sherlock Holmes books; but now I know I could never become either a Sherlock Holmes or a Watson. A detective cannot sneeze in the middle of a secret investigation.!
I’m allergic to attics, basements and also my own closet; all claustrophobic places where dust can hide.!
I’m like a walking dust checker.! (if there's no such thing; voila.! here I am)
The cold breeze, perfumes, unfamiliar smells.... give me a runny nose and a nasal congestion.!
Nasal decongestants and antihistamines are my best friends; though sometimes they seem no help to me, I still have to rely on them.!