Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Denise is the host.
This week’s prompt word:
FILM
As is the case with most premature, if not too-goddamn-early, awakening in the morning, an axiomatic warning of fundamental design-failure of human beings, follows the first attempt to swallow. Why Man, (or Woman), must contend with a practice-run of the third most fundamental physical function so immediately upon return to consciousness has been a mystery to physiologists, evolutionists and first-date lovers since Time decided dawn would serve as the day’s starting gun, at least until alarm clocks were invented.
If flesh were unfired terra cotta, (employed by an impulsive, if not impatient, god to create the apex species in a hurry, like a Sunday evening science project), the difference would be more difficult to find than a glass of water without too much water in it.
In a contrast that defies anyone to claim coincidence, the next hurdle, in preparing for a day of activity, is even less enjoyable, much less attractive to observe, especially by the aforementioned couple beginning a non-hormone-assisted interaction.
The film, seemingly everywhere on the body, clamors for release; in an unintended positive outcome, it often is concentrated in the eyelids, rendering their otherwise quite attractive functioning much like a jelly sandwich dropped on the beach by an impatient, and hungry, five-year-old; on the positive side, vision is blurred which is beneficial to the now-quiescent drive to perpetuate the species.
All in all, despite the film and the terra cotta, human beings manage to transition from sleep to active functioning with a modicum of grace, thereby allowing the depiction of lover’s morning awakening in countless movies and films to be enjoyed without the slightest cognitive dissonance.
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Tour de force!đź‘Ź
thankee, Mr. Nick
Well worth the read if only for ‘much like a jelly sandwich dropped on the beach by an impatient, and hungry, five-year-old’.
lol ikr? (some lines are as much fun to the writer as to the Reader… and often as much a surprise)
a great readaa, james would be proud
Thanks, Paul
Mornings are not my best time, so I read this at mid-day, when I was wide awake. How can the body produce enough energy to make love in the morning……and what about morning breath. Nicely done, Clark.
Thanks, L.
I love this rendition of film – thank you
Icky. Very icky. The body is such a mess first thing in the morning, then improves a little by lunchtime, then teatime it’s in good form, and by evening it’s raring to go… but maybe too tired for anything but sleep…
lol. (yeah, the horrible acceptance that not only do I go to bed at the time I used to leave the house for fun, but I enjoy it!)
I like your suggestion and description of “lover’s morning awakening” as a source of “cognitive dissonance”.
thanks, Frank
Ah, to be so in love you are willing to overlook that first morning glimpse…
yeah, as the old saying goes, ‘Youth is wasted on the young’.
This was sweet and real. Such a joy to read!
Thank you, Liz
“If flesh were unfired terra cotta,…” enjoyed that sentence.
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