The alarm is snoozed when it dares to ring.
The morning coffee turns cold.
And still, you don't want to get out just yet. Maybe if you stay in bed long enough, the insecurities and the world will just fade away. One at a time. Maybe the nightmares won't seem so real, and the distance kill so much.
Maybe, just maybe you'll stop thinking about him. Because you know it's not good.
It's tearing at your insides and killing you, bit by bit by bit.
That's when you get out of bed, and term it another lazy morning.