Monday Mourning

I awoke again with the sun streaming on my face, expecting the hour to be late but finding it early. Remembering my state upon falling asleep, realizing I was still in it. Never go to bed angry. I'm not angry. I've just been made aware.

The hours pass; I struggle to find the motivation to shower, dress, sort through emails and structure to-do lists. Orphan Puppy falls asleep along my leg. My roommate speaks and I do not hear, my head wrapped in cotton, my heart, my soul, my mind. I have bubble-wrapped myself in preparation for impact. We've been down this road before. Routine will pack your bags, routine will soften your blow.

Scars grow thicker with every gash. I forgot how to feel, a long time ago.