Yes, Another.

It's another monday morning, and another five-something once more. I'm smoking in the garage. My body fighting being sore. And I know when you all wake... disappointment will arise. She's still awake and hasn't slept?! ... Are you really that surprised? I suppose it's hard to comprehend, or maybe, maybe deep down you know. But I cannot change this morning. So... can we just take it slow? And eventually exhaustion will pervail, and physically, I will succumb. My mind will stop. My spirit tired. Reluctantly embracing the numb.