At the crack of dawn
I pull open my eyes,
shut off the unbearable screeching coming from my phone,
and roll into a standing position.
The sickness kicks in as I walk to the bathroom.
S
l
e
e
p.
The only impossible cure.
Impossible only because law.
W
h
y
?
What's the point?
I cover up my questions with a smile.
"Just continue getting ready,"
my thoughts tell me.
