There are some mornings where I just don't want to get out of bed.
The sky is still dim outside, the bed is warm and cosy which makes the idea of
getting ready to leave the most unpleasant thing I ever had the displeasure of
thinking. So naturally, I stay in bed.
But sadly time still moves on and gets
closer and closer to the time I must depart if I still want to get to Uni in
time for at least 90% of my class.
And so I'm caught in this horrible rush
out the door but make sure that I'm actually wearing clothes (not my comfy
jammies) and more often than not breakfast gets forgotten.
