WIP Wednesdays: Segment 1
I lean on my pillow, aching with the withdrawal of sleep, and force myself to at least start moving upward. It takes skill to get out of bed these days--not like when I was a kid and could just jump into alertness at the drop of pin. There's a certain finesse, a certain inner dialogue required now.
It's time to wake up, Logic says.
Sloth groans and pats it's hypothetical, yawning mouth. No, it says. It's clearly not.
It's nearly six am, Logic says. It's time to get up.
Well, that explains it.
That explains it all...What bloody sane human being wakes up at six am?
Logic gasps, takes a step back, and raises it's meticulously trimmed eyebrows. I will not take that tone of voice from you.
What? Starting to sound like that alarm clock of yours now, am I? Eeeeh, eeeeh, eeeeh.
Oh? Sloth rolls over on its side and yawns for dramatic effect. That's not very polite, Logic dear. Why don't you take a nap? You're cranky.
You will get out of this bed, right now, or I will not give you coffee.
Silence from Sloth.
Logic takes a deep breath and reclaims itself. I am counting to three now. One...two...
Okay, okay. Sloth groans. Come on, lazy bones. Time to get up.
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