Eaman Saleh
The clock reads 7:00 a.m.
It’s time to wake up
Ironic I’ve been awake since dawn
My mind a vortex of thoughts that forbid me from resting
-You need to get up
-Why?…
-Because you need to start your day.
-Time is arbitrary, I started my day the moment your incessant blabbering invaded my bedroom.
-Well I hate to break it to you but you have work to do and deadlines to meet.
-What’s the point of that?
-The point is to achieve.
-Do not spout nonsense we both know that I will never amount to success. I am not worthy enough for such a thing so take your motivational blasphemy and-
-You can’t just stay in bed for the rest of the day.
-Leave me be, I’ve grown weary of your presence; then again you never leave do you?
-Please just get up. Your weariness will tire and disappear eventually. You have to keep going.
-What if I don’t want to keep on going? What if I don’t want to experience the same day over and over again until I can no longer tell them apart from one another? What if I just remained here, shackled to this bed until eternity claims me?
-…Now you are just being dramatic, if you won’t do it for yourself then do it for those who love you.
-People don’t love me, they love to take me for granted. They see my willingness to bargain with the moon, stars, and the sky as a mode of advantage. There is no undying love; there is only love until a true motive is revealed.
-I’m at wits’ end, you have made it clear that our banter will never cede. I am begging you to get out of bed. Just one more day. Okay?
-Our banter will cede once you admit that ‘one more day’ is an evil deception of yours.
-It is, and if it’s any solace to you, I do not think that I will be around for the day you stop falling for it.
-…
The clock reads 7:01 a.m.
It’s time to wake up
Ironic I’ve been awake since dawn
My mind a vortex of thoughts that forbid me from resting