Depression is waking up, oh my god why are my eyelids glued shut?

Five more minutes. Ten more minutes. Half an hour more please?

Maybe if I don’t take a lunch I can go in an hour late.

Try to go back to sleep, how can I tell my boss I need a sick day?

A mental health day? Nothing’s wrong though. Everything’s wrong. What the fuck is wrong?

I spin all the possible text combinations in my head. Shit, there went fifteen minutes I could have used for sleep.

I’m trapped in bed. How does anyone ever get up? It’s been half an hour. Am I even resting? I lay there, eyes closed, everything’s a fog, and yet my head wont shut the fuck up.

It’s been an hour.

I’ve got an idea for my next post.

I haven’t finished the last four.

Maybe if I don’t take a lunch break tomorrow I can sleep an extra two hours today.

I pass out. I wake up in a panic. How long have I been out?!

Phone tells me twenty minutes. Fuck you phone.

If I stay here I’ll spend half the day dreaming up excuses to stay in bed. If I miraculously fall asleep my body yells at me, twenty minutes is all you get.

I might as well get up. I’m gonna be late anyway, no lunch today. I need more sleep.