Today I’m Tired

I heard my alarm, but I didn’t want to shut it off. If I shut it off, that would mean I’d have to open my eyes. If I opened my eyes, that would mean I’d have to muster up the courage to pull myself out of bed… and if I pulled myself out of bed, then I’d have to accept that my restless night of “sleep” was over.

It was time to start my day. But today, I was tired.

The temperature change as my toes kissed the bathroom tile confirmed that this wasn’t a dream. Each step felt like I had 50 LB weights tied to each leg. The faucet said, “good morning” with its usual squeak. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wondered how much farther the bags under my eyes would go.

It was time to wash my face. But today, I was tired.

As I walked passed my cat, I thought about last night. I thought about the 2:09 AM wake up call… the BANG BANG BANG on my door as he repeatedly smacked one of my dog’s toys and a pack of tissues (I still have no idea how he got this) against it. I glared at him as I walked to the kitchen for a drink of water.

I should have said good morning. But today, I was tired.

Today was the last day before a shortened spring break. It had been a long year- a long first year to boot with so many twists and turns that I can barely think straight.

And while there is always so much to be grateful for… today I was tired.

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by


  1. Being tired today gave you the chance to craft some nice descriptive writing! Your toes kissed the tiles, the faucet said good morning with its usual squeak… And I really love your line about a year with so many twists and turns that yo can hardly think straight!


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