Morning Explosion

Most nights, I go to bed with a vow: tomorrow will be different.

The gears will turn.
The appointments will get booked.
The client will finally appear.
The review will be written.
The newsletter sent.
The podcast recorded.

Things will get done.

But morning arrives, and everything mutates.

Those manageable tasks have become bloodthirsty monsters.

I’m not accomplishing anything now.
I’m just trying to survive.

But look closer.

They’re not monsters at all.

Just sentient cockroaches piloting animatronic creatures.

I can crush them under my feet.

I can do this.

I just have to see past the illusion.

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