wakeup but dont start
i get up. i feel like shit, but the morning feels good. its no longer morning now, which is probably why i feel gross. but i love the actual morning when im up for it. just like i love the cigarette before going in someplace i want to go. i like the feeling of being ready but the rest of the world isn't for at least just a minute. because most of the time its the other way around. a genuine minute of relaxation. this psuedo morning still feels okay, but theres sleep lines mashed into my face and the room is too hot from the sun combining with my heater. maybe im too caught up in my own existence, but hey who isn't.