morning

The mornings are always a struggle. I don't need to set an alarm, because I don't have to be anywhere. I wake up and wonder what time it is. I don't feel rested, so I hope it's still early. Eventually, I consult my cell phone. I've been in bed almost nine hours. I'm unemployed, I tell myself, so there's no sense in worrying about getting up. But I have to get up at some point. How long can I stay there? What am I supposed to do once I'm up? The inner struggle continues. I'm neither enjoying the lazy pleasure of sleeping in, nor convincing myself that I should get up and start my day.