Every morning this week, the same case was made.
Too cold. Five more minutes. Next alarm.
Both sides ran through my head.
Defence and verdict and snooze.
Every morning the warmth won.
Today wasn't mine to call.
So I got up. Cold floor. Cold air.
Exactly as advertised.
Not unbearable. Just cold.
The same cold it's always been.
The cold didn't keep me in bed.
The easier option did. Every morning.
We're built for more than what we settle for.
Get up.