| 2019 | 01 | 28 | heat

It's early.

I can hear my phone vibrating somewhere on the floor, the annoying tone I'd chosen for that day doing a mediocre job of inspiring me to move. Still. I get there eventually.

I sigh, and roll out of bed. Committing to standing I wobble slightly and step back.

I end up sitting, clutching to the still warm duvet.

Sighing again, I make a better effort of it and force myself to leave my bedroom.


Perhaps one day, but that day is not today.

Patience is a virtue because it hurts.