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…


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.