I had a good day today.
They're few and far between, and yet today I found one, and I realized something I do on good days.
I become afraid to let them go.
You see, a good day always ends when you sleep, and so,
I struggle to let myself do so.
Why sleep when I could be reading something I love, or browsing concerts/events near me to see if I'll find one worth going to?
Why sleep when there's that 100% video I haven't finished watching?
Why sleep when there's this cringe comedy I just learned about that I may like?
Why sleep on a day when the ocean feels more like a warm lazy river letting me float for once?
But I had a good day today, and
I think I may have one tomorrow too, if things shape up,
And to do that, I must sleep.
And so,
I'll shut the door,
At the risk of tomorrow being terrible
But the prospect of what it could be,
I'll rest.
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