The Disappointment

You decide that the day is already dead, and the only way to mourn it's passing is by sleeping it off. You pull off your disgusting shirt, tossing it over to an ever-growing pile of filthy laundry in the middle of your bedroom. As the afternoon sun streams through the window, you pull the covers over you head and pretend it's night time. "I'll make up for it tomorrow." you promise yourself. Unashamed, you slowly drift back to lovely sleep. Maybe tomorrow will bring a more interesting chapter to your life...