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I was immediately awakened by a piercing light peeking under the window shade from across the room. As I stumbled to find my alarm clock, I thought to myself, "What day is today? I feel like I am missing something important." I eventually found the clock which read 11:55am, June 2018, 2012.
Why does that sound important to me? A million thoughts began to swell up in my head, like the waves of the ocean. Did I miss something? Is it my mother's birthday? My parents anniversary? I couldn't make sense of this jumbled mess, so I decided I would just begin my normal routine and see if the puzzled thoughts would come together. I tripped over my sneakers in an attempt to find the light switch. (I had fallen asleep at 430am that morning because i was adding some final touches to my latest hub and was eager to hit the publish button.)
Triumph or Disappointment
I regained composure and made my way over to the bathroom where I was going to attempt to wash my face, hopefully relaxing me and causing the thoughts to go away. As I placed my washcloth under the faucet, I thought, Maybe nothing is really going on; Perhaps I am making this all up in my head. I began to caress my face, which allowed me to relax and be at peace with myself. Everything was perfect during that short period of time. I felt like I was on top of the world looking down upon everything, with no fears or worries. No one or no thing could remove me from this place of superiority and power.
Unfortunately, however, this moment must of lasted for only a few seconds, as I was involuntarily immersed right back into trying to answer the confusing questions spinning around in my mind. The questions were racing faster than an arrow is released from its bow.What am I missing? Why do I feel like I have forgotten something? I reluctantly shut off the faucet knowing that this moment of peace would be gone-gone forever!
I was now becoming more awake and adaptive to my surroundings, so I made my way into the kitchen. I walked over to the pot of coffee I had brewed a few hours beforehand after publishing my latest hub. As I took the first few sips, it finally dawned on me! I can go take a gander in my journal and see if, perhaps, I had written something in there that would clear up this seemingly unsolvable mystery.
I abruptly put down my mug spilling coffee on the floor and hurried on over to my office. I had used my journal only a few hours earlier to write down ideas and thoughts for the hub I had just published that morning. Now if only I could remember where I put that blasted journal, I said dramatically to myself as if I was giving an election speech to a huge crowd of raging fans.
I immediately began whipping clutter here and there and everywhere until something jumped out at me from the corner of my eye. There it was, partially hiding underneath my desk, right beneath my eyes. I must of accidentally kicked it under my desk as i stood up to go to bed this morning. I flipped through the last several pages of my journal hoping to end this mystery. I desperately searched for something that would make sense, something that would trigger in mind, but to no avail. My hope and excitement turned back into confusion and dismay quicker than the blink of an eye. I was back to where I started. I was no further than when I first had been awakened.
With disgust, I tossed the journal back onto my desk and reluctantly made my way back to the kitchen. I was about to close the door behind me when I noticed a small, green number on the top, right hand corner of my computer screen. And that is when all the puzzle pieces began miraculously fitting together in my mind.(I felt as if a choir of angels was singing a song of joy congratulating me on my discovery!) That is all I had wanted to do. I didn't miss anything! I had merely wanted to check my notifications on HubPages and see if my most recent hub had received any traffic and comments.
I stepped back into my office with a grin on my face, wider than the Great Wall of China. I rushed over to the computer and clicked on the green number causing my recent notifications to drop down. Excitement was growing inside of me once again! And then, all of a sudden, the excitement turned again to dismay. My excitement had turned back into disappointment just as quickly as it had reappeared. The notifications revealed to me that I had no comments for my hub, they were just comments on other hubs I was following.
So, I solved the mystery. I answered all the questions that had been confusing me. But yet for some reason, I still did not feel relieved. I walked back into the kitchen and began to mop up the coffee from the floor. When I finished cleaning(which seemed like an hour had passed from when I first picked up the mop), I returned to drinking my coffee. As I drank my coffee, I thought to myself, It is all right, I will just check back in a few minutes. I have to have a comment by now. Two whole minutes have passed!
Personal Confession & Disclaimer
This is not a true story pertaining to my life. Everything has been made up. And I can proudly say that no one was injured in the process of this story.
I wrote this story to reveal to you my addiction to HubPages in a comedic sort of way. Thankfully I can honestly say that I am not nearly as addicted as the character in the story. I do not lose sleep over my articles. This is a massively exaggerated story. I do however, refresh my notifications quite periodically. I also check my email from time to time in search for more comments although I have just checked my notifications tab. So am I addicted? Am I obsessed? Perhaps a little, but aren't we all sometimes?
Do you ever feel that you are somewhat addicted to HubPages? Do you ever check your email or refresh your page for notifcations? If you can relate to this addiction in any way, please feel free to share so in the comments.
Also this is my first real attempt at creative writing, so please feel free to let me how I did and what I can improve on.
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