You wake up one day unable to find any will to get up.
So you keep staring at the ceiling. Your ceiling is pretty clean, you think. Well, but you may need to brush off some dust around this bulb. Later.
You think about closing your eyes again. What was that dream about, you think, tracing back the trail, because you feel like that was a good dream. Oh, yes. It was indeed a good dream. A bit blurry, snappy, and jumbled, but it sure was a good dream. And since when is your AC so loud. That constant humming.
What are you going to do today, you think.
Well, you actually have nothing to do, have you? Today's objective is basically surviving. Eat. Clean yourself. Watch and read some stuffs to kill time. Play games. Talk to some of your friends, maybe, if they are willing to talk to you. Or if you actually have something interesting to tell them. Apart from the daily greeting ritual you've been doing almost indifferently and automatically.
Since when is getting up so hard. So is falling asleep. So is living life.
But what is it that makes it hard, you think. It's 11 am and you are still in bed since you're done with college and you don't have to work yet because you are lazy and spoiled and your self-esteem is way too low. You have a functioning laptop and smartphone. You have some hobbies. You have enough money to eat nice food every meal. Your pets are cute and cuddly. You have friends to talk to. You have those people who love you and you know they have your back. You have a degree. You graduated from a decent university.
You think. But no answer seems to pop up.
The ceiling is white and clean though.
I'll get up eventually. But not now. Later.
Heck, no, just later.