photovoximus

the new sun is creeping toward my window. i don't feel like getting up and accepting the start of another day. it seems to be impossible, but i have no choice in the matter. my body revolts against my mind and tries to gain more rest, but sadly it fails and the mind takes the power. i rise and hit the shower. i feel the steaming water tear through the first layer of skin, like a blade through flesh. i wince in pain, but then soon enjoy the feel of the past pouring down the drain. maybe today won't be so bad after all.