I wake up slowly
my body aches and screams
And my eyes wish to drift close.
I shuffle to my dining table
My body craves food
but my hands fall useless
ANd everything is so simple
Just me in the kitchen
Trying to prepare breakfast
And dreading the day
and it’s not school
nor is it work.
But the fear of the day
Because it’s the apocalypse And we are all doom.
Very serene 