So I’ve been sick all week. There’s this monstor cold going around and it happened to team up with my allergies to kick me in the ass.
On the morning of the fifth day, I suddenly wake up, wide awake, and it’s freaking 4:30 in the morning! It’s still dark outside, the misty musings of predawn light haven’t even gotten out of bed yet and here I am – eyes open, brain alert. Shit!
I try to go back to sleep. Close my eyes and will myself to the sweet dreamworld. As I feel myself start to relax, maybe even drift, I freaking cough! Damn it!
So, that doesn’t work. I then sit up, start to scroll through social media for a while, look at the clock and it’s creeping past 5 am. I don’t want to get up yet! Stubborn as I am, I decide to try again, lay back down and try to sleep.
Nope. Then I think, maybe I should use this time, and my rare wakefulness at this hour, to get some valuable work done. I have a novel to finish, readers waiting patiently for my next post, and if I ever want to get published I need to actually finish the story.
But my bed is so warm, so soft. I had hit that sweet spot where comfort meets euphoria, and I just can’t seem to move.
The problem is that my alarm keeps going off, and I can only hit the snooze button for so long. Before I know it, it’s 6 am and time to get ready for work. I just wasted an hour and a half of potential writing time. Procrastination at it’s finest.
Lesson of the story? Remember to take my freaking Nyquil!
The FINE mind of Kalina Rose 