Snooze button
pressed plural times
before feet flop to the floor
with an unenergetic, guttural sigh.


The water from the
uncomfortable shower
slaps my nape as
I turn around maintaining
a 45 degree neck angle,
catching the drops on my face:
‘looks like a sad scene from a movie’.


A minimalistic wardrobe selection,
‘maybe I just need to hydrate better’.
Clothed and out the door,
in time for class in seconds.


Please don’t ask if I’m okay,
it may just be my undoing..