Wake up. That is all we have to do. Yep... Breath in... Breath Out... Or we could just sit here and hope that it will all stop and maybe just maybe we can sleep through everything until the world is a happier place and I won't have to deal with it.
Yep.. That is my choice.. Sleep through it.. I've worked hard... I earned this. Right? I mean seriously... When was my last vacation. I have not taken one. Like in ever!
Opening her eyes just enough to let the bright light from the regretfully open window pierce her vision. Quickly drawing them shut, before pulling the coverlet up and over her head. Sadly the timing of her life falling apart was after she had switched from the heavy winter comforter that would have been oh so handy in blocking out the offending light, to the lightweight summer coverlet now not doing anything to block it out.
Laying with the light working through the blanket, but still giving her at least a modicum of belief that she could put off the inevitable, Vivianna Rothman, tried her best to think of ways to get out of even existing for the day. But it all came back to the voice in her head, the one that would just not stop, and no matter what she did was always there.
"Excuses are for loser's.."
With a humph she threw back the covers, kicked her legs straight, stretching to her complete five foot six frame was pulled as far as it could go then pushed out of bed.
"Well I can't be a looser can I, only a failure, a world class failure."
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