Your thumb finds the snooze button before your eyes do.
Already bargaining with a day you haven't even started.
Fair enough. The doona's warm. The room's cold.
For a second staying in bed feels like the better choice.
But nobody cast you in this life against your will.
You wrote every line of it.
Chose the study. The job. The person snoring next to you.
Complaining about the role now is like an actor booing their own script.
So get up. You wrote the part. Play it.
