Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late; I hate being late. Threw the blanket aside, sprang from my bed and ran into the bathroom to grab my brush. Brushing is such a chore! All that spit and rinse and gargle... ugh! Somebody switch the water heater on! I’m fucking late! Why didn’t anybody wake me up?!…
Sunday morning. Where’s the motivation??
My eyes were forcibly exposed to sunlight from the windows telling me it's morning already and I'm late. Eyelids, lazy as hell refused to open up, well, they have no choice anyway. My hands searched all over the bed to find my phone but couldn't. Time for eye and hand coordination has come but they…
Sunday
Loving her was like waking up early on a Sunday morning; you have nothing to do but stroll about until something comes up. You regret being awake, you're irritated because you can't go back to sleep.
Today’s thought.
Everybody is one in a million. Every person is once in a lifetime kind of person. People are neither unique nor the same. We make our own lives and fate. The paths we choose decide and define the people we meet. Let's look into each other for the mirrors we are!
