Procrastination

I keep telling myself I have to get out of bed. I'm fresh out of motivation to even consider doing the things I need to do. Giving it one last try I managed to roll myself over until my feet were set against the ground. I began to walk towards the window. Damn, it's so frustrating to think that the curtains are now open. All I could think about after was how the sun's light had stung my eyes. I close them and head back to my bed. A safe haven from all responsibility. My body wasn't ready to deal with today, and neither was I.