The 8th of January, 2016
The sun had set a few hours ago
As I approached my bed, I noticed
I noticed how it seemed to loom over me
I noticed how I stared at it with a hesitation
A trepidation
I staggered
And my knees gave way
To the weight of my body
Slumped against the wall
I wondered
What was the point?
Of closing my eyes
Embracing the slumber
If just to wake up
And live through the same day Again
Again
and Again
I sat there for six hours
Until the sun rose