I see sunlight streaming through my curtains.
Specks of dust dance in the glow.
And I'm here, sedentary in my bed.
Why should I get up? It's cold outside.

I hear the hustle and bustle of the morning routine outside.
A soft laugh rings out, echoing, echoing, echoing.
I shiver, sitting up in my bed.
Why should I turn the heating on? It's a waste of energy.

Time happily skips along today.
Like a child, innocent and oblivious.
I crawl back under my sheets like a cockroach, resigned.
Why should I go to my lecture now? It's too late.

So I guiltily choose to sleep again.

I don't want another void day.