My Morning Conundrum
Every morning, I lie with my eyes closed, waiting to be slapped awake and dragged out of bed by responsibility. As I become more aware of my chest rising and falling and the weight of my legs, my arms, my torso, I wonder if I can do it today.
The sun filters through my window and makes me want to curse. If I could just send you back over the horizon, tie you...
The sun filters through my window and makes me want to curse. If I could just send you back over the horizon, tie you...