Lazy Sunday.

Light flickers through the blinds
I shield my eyes from the glare
A lazy sunday afternoon awaits me

The pain shoots through me
Like a lightning bolt through my being
I stand gingerly on one leg

Shuffling, I make my way to the door
The knob greets me with an ice cold hand shake
All of a sudden the bed seems so inviting

I battle with myself as I stand there
In the middle of no where I fight
Back to bed or to face what lies behind

My lazy sunday afternoon.