Today I struggled to plant my feet on the ground and hop out of bed. After a late night of talking to a young beautiful lady, my body melted to my bed. Laying still hoping for the sun to retreat back over the mountains, hills, and planes it eagerly rushed over, simply to plot squarely on my face.  Unfortunately the suns weight rested heavier and heavier, every second that passed added another ton. Finally a bead of sweat dropped off my chest and proceeded to head down towards my belly button, feeling the disgusting droplet crouching its way towards my bed and noticing the dampness of my pillow; my body shivers and shakes itself out of bed.

Wiping the sweat from my brow and reaching to grab a towel to dry off the rest of my sweaty body, cleaning off the swamp mist my body and blankets created. Stumbling, left to right, right to left, I reach a sense of balance, opening one eye at a time, taking short breaths, and thinking of all my chores and task that I must complete today. Suddenly a sense of fear rains over me, pushing me to dive back under my bed and hide in the swamp until another day arrives; I almost take up the offer. Slightly grinning, I embrace the fear, embracing it makes the day’s run rougher, adds excitement, a spice of pass or fail to the agenda, no fear only creates an easy life, a life I wish I lived. Picking up my pants, I head to the shower; sadly my morning friend stood proud, taking the option of walking out in my boxers away.  The time to start my day passed five minutes ago, hello world!