For some reason, she was tired last night. She hadn't done much, but it was only midnight, and she was ready for bed. She still had a paper to write, but it's okay, she thought, "I'll just wake up early tomorrow to get it done." She could get up at 8am if she went to bed right away.
Next morning, the alarm goes off. 8am. She hits the snooze button. 8:10am. The alarm goes off again. "Okay, okay..." she shuts off her alarm and closes her eyes to rest. Just for a little more. An hour goes by, and another one. 10:15am. Alright. Now's really the time to get up.
It's been a long time since she slept so well. She opened her eyes. Today is the kind of day to spend all day in bed. The air outside was misty, there was no sunshine. Feels like there's nobody on the streets, today. What's the use of going out if everybody's in bed? Today is the kind of day to spend sleeping. Where dreams can take you around the world, allow you to visit old friends, and introduce you to the perfect gentleman. All these adventures, all these journeys, all in the comfort of your own bed.
Just a couple more minutes, she tells herself. That paper won't take that long to write. It'll be fine. But a couple more minutes soon becomes half an hour. And time is running out.
She turns on her computer.
1 comment:
i know what those kind of days are like. today i slept in till 8:30am, and then just lay in bed listening to keane and iron & wine and watching the snow fall outside the window until 11am.
when i finally crawled out of bed, i felt more at peace with myself and the world around me than i have for a long time.
of course, i don't have a paper to write. :o) good luck!
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