Wretched Routine

As I stumble out of bed
On that groggy and unforgiving morning,
I crawl under my sheets
And pull myself up.

"Am I awake yet?", I wonder
As I creep into the cold bathroom,
And I feel it, like a gravitational force,
And I know it is pulling me like no other,
Like a pupetteer,
As it moves swiftly across the room.

And I find myself in a familiar situation
Cringing as my warm feet touch its cold surface
That.. wretched, metallic surface.

So, I close my eyes in pain
Wondering as I lunge forward,
If I made the right choice..

Anxiously waiting, I have to open one eye
And see my feet holding me up,
I see the numbers rotating,
And feel the world stop to gaze.

I gasp and beg,
I anxiously try to hold my tears inside,
"Please.. oh please!", I cry again,
"Just this once.. Just one more"