120. Morning battles
The blaring of my alarm clock
felt like battlefield sirens,
ringing in my ears
and pounding my head.
As my hands moved involuntarily,
trying to snooze the alarm,
I found myself struggling
to open my eyes.
Do I put up a fight
and try to get myself up,
or do I let go of the struggles
and hope to be transported
into a dream or perhaps
another world?
-Rithin.
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