every morning the dull groan of my alarm tugs me through miles of unconsciousness
till my dull heart thuds awake. another morning.
I long to curl into the quilted terrain of forgetfulness.
but the sun has risen and will not reset.
but the sun has risen and will not reset.
and in that moment of routine remorse I face a choice.
as the tender whispers of rest siren me, I speak.
"you have a choice. just because you're tired doesn't mean that you must be grumpy.
you have a choice. you can be cheerful."
you have a choice. you can be cheerful."
This is great Katie, summed up my morning... Well, except I do curl over and prolong the inevitable.
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