Futile Resistance

I stayed in the warm. I stayed in the last gasps of restless sleep. I stayed despite the responsibilities of my life. I stayed in my cocoon. I couldn’t face whatever was out there, so I stayed. But the sun forced its way through. Its persistence a testament to its relentless power. Even as I pulled covers over my head and burrowed deeper into the pillow, the day was finding me. I fought valiantly. I convinced myself that it was all utterly unnecessary. I was almost successful.