Another Morning

Another morning, another trip through hell.

Alarm goes off, anger at the world as I see the sunlight piercing my eyelids from the window.

What did I have to do today, again? No matter – set the alarm another hour forward, screw getting up.

Nothing is comfortable, but I manage to shut the rest of the world out just long enough to doze back off.

Alarm goes off again. Seems louder this time.

There’s no re-setting this time. I legitimately have things to do.

Things to do? I don’t care, I need sleep! I’m exhausted and the day hasn’t even started! Doesn’t matter, my drive to do things pushes me forward.

Climbing out of the back-breaking position I’ve squeezed myself into, finally shutting off the alarm.

Back sore, neck tight. Pop them both, but the soreness and tension is still there. That “I’m too tired” headache has already set in the back of my head, and my eyes seem to carry a strange weight.

Walking? Hah. My knees aren’t ready for that yet.

Once I’m finally mobile and somewhat aware of my surroundings, I still can’t seem to fully wake.

I made myself stop sleeping, but that’s not quite enough. Now all I want to do is just lay around and relax.

That’s not what today is for, keep moving moron.

You gotta keep going, gotta get the things that need to be done. There might be time for some resting tomorrow.

Tomorrow, which means another morning.

Another morning, another trip through hell.