I'm smiling as I'm writing this,
because of the image I have in my mind,
you probably can't picture it,
so let me paint it for you in words.
The cold bitter morning wakes you,
the lack of energy ***** you in to the warm cosy bed you slept in,
you're brain isn't fully responding yet,
you just woke up.
You pass the first barrier,
with excruciating amount of energy,
you wobble, you breathe,
you got up, but you're late.
You get on the bus, you made it,
now you have twenty, thirty challenges ahead of you,
but you tackle them one by one,
You get home, you're tired,
Now this part is imaginary but beautiful,
You sit down on the sofa you always sit on,
This time I'm here, I'm here for you, and I never want to leave.