An arm smacks down on the snooze button.
It is so difficult to get out of bed.
Eyelids droop shut once more,
determined to stay closed,
hermetically sealed against the light of the uninspired day.
Feet are shuffling across the floorboards.
Like a mouse only looking for some cheese
before a retreat into its hole.
Into the bathroom to stand in front of a mirror,
so afraid of what is visible.
An image, and avoiding it is its person.
Too quickly brushing teeth.
Eyes do not look into their same eyes.
They look away at unimportant details of everything else.
Trudge down an endless staircase,
wishing to tumble down and hit the bottom.
Fall into the pit of despair.
Do not wake up.
Put bad thoughts away.
Putting bad thoughts away.