My head hurts.
My stomach churns.
My eyes are heavy. Seriously.
I have dozens of stuff to do today. Not that I didn’t know that yesterday when I refused to part with the TV remote. Infact, I sat, bum glued to my seat, eyes never leaving the screen. Only when I had to use the bathroom, or needed to munch on something.
Just one more hour I kept telling myself. One more hour, before I go to bed. And then, it was morning already.
It is not going to be the first. I doubt t’will be the last either. Intentionally staying up late. Even with a potentially hectic day ahead.
As I sit on my bed, head in my hands, and bags under my eyes, I try to consider my itinerary for the day. Making a mental “things to do today” list.
Meeting up with my schedule seems near-impossible.
Ah, my head hurts.
My temples throb.
Even my throat is sore.
I will never make it through today. A half of me prods me to get up. The other half bids me to sleep on. “Just a little more and you’ll be fine.” the voice says.
I embrace the latter. No guilt, no grudges, no form of repentance, no promises to be better. “Early to bed, early to rise…”Did I really recite that poem in nursery?
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