two: tipsyearlymorning
the wake up call is the same every morning. a cold shiver down the spine which reminds him how close he is to the day of judgment. the depth of the sheets he lies on, the warmth within, the cozy pillow..the embodiment of the enemy..
the shiver becomes an adrenaline rush, injecting the waking muscle, and for a moment the lethargy becomes motivation..
he springs to his feet in a blur that clouds his vision with patches of white. he's in and out of the bathroom in minutes, by now the adrenaline is spent. the bed looks inviting once again, even in its crumpled state..
just another hour, he thinks, as he climbs back in..
the shiver becomes an adrenaline rush, injecting the waking muscle, and for a moment the lethargy becomes motivation..
he springs to his feet in a blur that clouds his vision with patches of white. he's in and out of the bathroom in minutes, by now the adrenaline is spent. the bed looks inviting once again, even in its crumpled state..
just another hour, he thinks, as he climbs back in..