It is morning and I am hurting
Standardized 8 hours of empty thought
As I slept the world turned to face the sun.
I was fortunate enough to see it rise over the horizon while peeking from under the covers.
Not yet ready to leave my fabricated nest to embrace its comfort I reach for the snooze button.
40,000 miles per hour and I can't seem to leave my bed out of fear of temperature change.
We all have these weird eccentricities to separate ourselves from the grey mundane men and women tryi