The morning light comes filtered through the forest. A breath of cool air quietly rousts me from sleep. The day is full of possibility and yet. The dread of it all just creeps up my spine.
Mondays, what do you have in store for me this week? Here I am, trying to gather together what I need to do this week. I don't feel awake, sleepy and distant, walking through the day. Lost memories of happiness and assignments tucked away. Here I am for what, I do not know. Just a dreary existance going too and fro.