It's sunday and that means, we'll back to school again tomorrow. The thought makes me weak—makes my energy deplete from my body. I don't have the energy to climb out of my bed right now to clean myself. That's why, sometimes, I hate vacation because it just makes me lazier to go to school after it ends. I wish I had a power to slow down the time. The thought of waking up early, (Although, I really don't rise up early even if there's school but it's different, right? When there's no school, you don't worry but if there is, you will worry because you're late and you don't have a valid excuse other than you're just lazy to rise up from bed.), renders me want my bed to have a mouth so that it will swallow me.
I goad myself to climb out of the bed and a shiver run through my feet when they hit
