It’s been 7 days.
My world was a different place a week ago.
I snoozed my alarm for an hour this morning.
The sun is shining and I see blue skies from my window.
I don’t want to get out of bed.
It’s cold out there.
It’s warm here.
At least I don’t have to work today.
Yes I do.
At least I’m getting paid.
I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like
if you were here.
I want to stay in bed.
I want to stay with this thought.
Can I at least have that?
But we don’t always get what we want.
I know that.
So I’ll get out of bed.
I’ll go through yet another day
hoping I can find more moments than not
where my mind can be consumed
with anything else.
As long as it’s not you.
It’s been a week.