Sunday morning.
You refuse to open your eyes. There is no reason too. It’s the last bit of beautiful weekend that you have left. You know that the moment you open your eyes, you will have to start combating all the work that you’ve been procrastinating all weekend. You lie there, hear the rain pattering on the roof, hear the snores of those nearby still blissfully asleep. You stretch and turn, you have to get up. The day is wasting away. Get up, get up, get up. There’s a million things to do today. You gaze longingly at the bed. No, no, no. You spent the whole day there yesterday. Today, you move. Today, you act useful.
There is time for breakfast. Even though the back of your mind is churning with all the things you have to do, you still reason with yourself. Today is Sunday, today I can treat myself. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and hash browns, you have a little time. Get your strength. Tomorrow, its back to a rushed swallow of granola bars and a burned throat full of coffee. But today is not that day, you say as cool fruit juice dances down your throat giving your chest of cool and light feeling.
You accomplish some of your work. You watch some stupid cat videos online. You watch the rivulets of water chase each other down your window panes. You reply to all the memes that your friends have sent you with even funnier ones. You scrounge around your apartment. You make a list of chores that really must be accomplished right this minute before you can even think of that awful Chemistry assignment. You finish grocery shopping, you clean your room, you watch five episodes of Law and Order: SVU because one cannot simply watch one episode of Law and Order. And you have plenty of time to balance out entertainment with work. You are such an expert. You make a study plan for that one test you have in Psychology. The question of whether or not you will actually follow it is totally up in the air. But you don’t have to answer it. That’s a more of a Monday question.
The last bits of sunlight flirt across your walls. You muster enough courage to prep for your week. You realize that this week is going to be ridiculous. You have gotten five texts about a homework assignment that you didn’t even realize was an item on the agenda. You gather your coffee and mango slices as you huddle into your desk and finally start to churn out some decent work. You cut yourself off at midnight.
This is your one opportunity to get a decent night of sleep for the next three to four days. As you fall back onto your bed and your eyelids shut the curtains on your view, you reflect on the upcoming week. You think of everything that happened the previous week. The social, educational, and mental events that affected your life within a week. You tell yourself that the mistakes of the last week will not affect this week. You repeat this as you spiral down to rest in an effort to grab every second of sleep before the dreaded sounds of your morning alarm clock.
