The World's We Walk Through

I fumbled over the pile of cloths left on my floor. They've been sitting there for weeks, but I haven't had the motivation to move them yet. Nobody comes in, nobody leaves, no point in keeping in clean. I look around for the book I've been reading. I started reading it roughly a month ago, or two, or last week, I'm not entirely sure I just know I'm intimidated by the 435 pages left to read. Just have to get past this book then I'll be ready to start a normal life again. Well that's what I keep telling myself. Picking up the book and sitting back down was already tiring enough, now I have to read it? Only 20 pages I think, while reading all I can hope for is it to be over. Okay only 15 pages, maybe just 10. 5 it is for today, at least that's progress. I turn on the TV, more and more shows and movies that I don't care to see. Adventure, action, anime, ect. I finally settle on one that seems to stand out. Community. I watch the first episode and push through, the second one will be better I hope. And it was, I'm now hooked. 6 seasons of my in front of my TV barely moving. I watch it again, and again, each time overly disappointed it had to end. I'm letting today end as I no longer see a reason to be awake, tomorrow I'll be more motivated, read more pages in that book, find a new Hobbie, gain hope for something better. At least, that's what I continue to tell myself.