Still

The alarm rings, it's some sort of ringtone chosen with much indifference. Physically lethargic, yet pensive is routine when getting out of bed. Notably, the past few days, without notice, have been different from the rest; a sense of drinking life to the lees has occurred with the sudden realization that this year will bring about unwanted responsibility, a yearning to have just a little more time, and a plead that will go unheard. As a result of maturity and a natural habit to think, "No use crying over spilled milk" the day continues.