It's Monday.
You snooze your alarm and tell yourself that you deserve 5 more minutes.
Within 5 minutes
105 people that you do not know will die.
This is not to encourage you to get out of bed, this is simply a fact.
You get into your shower.
The hot water burning into your flesh, reminding you that you are made up of nothing but blood, muscle and flesh.
You close your eyes and think about the long day ahead of you, the people you want to avoid.
The excuse you'll tell your boss about your lateness, you realize "I needed 5 more minutes" will not suffice here.
You think about the fact that it's only a Monday.
You get out. Gently pat yourself dry. And stare at yourself. You begin to notice a new freckle, bag, roll, and hair that wasn't there last Monday.
You wonder what will be there next Monday. If you'll be there next Monday.
If 100 Mondays ago you'd imagine your day going exactly like this.
You looking exactly like this.
Who would know your life would turn out exactly like this.
You put on your costume
The normal khaki pants, polo shirt combo you've perfected.
You put on your smile.
You put on your kind voice.
And you're ready to shine.
You've become your worst nightmare,
A prisoner of routine.
But don't worry, you can always try to break the cycle next Monday.