C41 Rose

It's past midnight.

I stare at the ceiling with my eyes wide open. The night was calm; the loud sound came

from my alarm clock ticking. I thought of setting up an alarm to wake up early, but there was

no point setting up an alarm; my whole day was a sickening recurring event.

I would always come back to my bed after all.

My day only took a bit of a U-turn earlier today