Twenty-sixth of April'22

It's a daily journal and the motive is to be heard and understood with a little sprinkle of extinct judgments.

My eyes met with the white walls,

the first thing this morning.

The grey curtains tried concealing as much as the morning light they could hold on.

Even before I could trace it, I knew the headache on the left corner of my head existed.

Weird.

I tried not remembering the way I insisted myself to sleep last night. my mind seemed like hating me for putting myself through imagined expectations set by my heart.

but there it was! I was actually recalling last night.

I sat on my bed and my fingers were already tapping my forehead.

Stretched and got up, already being aware of my aching body.

making my bed before leaving the room was the first tick on my day's to do list.

perhaps following the saying, "Make your bed to eliminate laziness!"