Let’s be honest if you’re a morning person, bless your soul. I on the other hand am not. I love staying up all hours of the night binge watching my latest Netflix series until I regret it in the morning where I can’t even roll out of bed.
My alarm goes off and it’s basically all downhill from there. I stare at my phone for a hot second and roll back over. This is an everyday routine for me at this point. Adulting is going to hit me hard because right now I’m a senior whose lacking motivation and ready to get her diploma. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has these thoughts before stepping out from under those warm covers.
- Eh it’s only 8:45 ten more minutes won’t kill me.
- My bed is so comfy.
- Do I really have to get up?
- I’m not feeling life today.
- Shit, that’s my alarm… again.
- I guess I should get up.
- But wait… my bed is so warm.
- That was a weird dream.
- Why am I dreaming about *insert name here*?
- I slept like a baby
- Why does ten hours of sleep feel like two?
- How am I still tired?
- Oh I can definitely fit in a nap today.
- Only 20 minutes, but better than nothing.
- I don’t wanna adult. Don’t make me.
- Alright one step at a time.
- You can do this.
- I’m gonna check social media first though.
- Who posts on instagram at 3 a.m.?!
- I’m just procrastinating at this point.
- I won’t complain though.
- Damn I’m hungry
- I’m craving *insert breakfast food here*
- I have to shower too… ugh
- Alright, I really am getting up now.
It takes me a good 15 minutes before I finally make the decision to swing my legs out from underneath the covers, but I know I’ll be back with my bed soon. The separation anxiety is real.