Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Log Book: Snooze

This is my view as my eyelids reluctantly peel open on a Monday morning. My routinely vile nemesis called "morning" looks me in the eye with a cruel grin and cruelly whispers: "you're late". With the shudder of realization of the truth of this statement, I take a running start to my day straight out of my bed.

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