When i woke up this morning tomorrow was sitting at the foot of my bed. Everytime i roll out from under the covers i can feel the apathy seeping into my chilled skin. Unsteady legs carry me to the front of a full length mirror, and im never sure of what's staring back at me. It seems to be a different person every day.
Yesterday's ***** clothes have made a home on the floor.
Before i go to bed tonight i'll shake tomorrow's hand and get to know him more personally when i wake up.
There's so much i wish i could avoid or put off until the very last minute.
My existance defies procrastination.
Maybe i'll just snooze my alarm for another ten minutes or so...
Apathy has never given me a hard time until now.