late again,
sniffling, not up to par.
throat a little
scratchy.
sweating already at
eight in the morning.
even the coffee
is stale.
I need someone to yell
at me to get
going.
I need a jump start.
a kick in
the behind.
someone telling me that
this little
world of yours will
crumble
if you don't get out the
door.
I lie back in bed
and hit the snooze alarm.
I don't like
being bossed around.
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