Get Up – Jina Wallwork

The wind interrogates the trees, and I listen to their conflict from within the warmth of my bed. These blankets envelop me within an eternal summer. I’m surrounded by the flowers of spring. Touched by the warmth of a season that has drifted out of fashion. I want to hibernate through the winter. Although, I find myself constantly reminded of tasks I could be doing.

        I imagine that a bear would understand my desire to withdraw and wait for spring. We could share a cave and conserve our energy. I deliver my proposal, and it is greeted with anger. This animal reminds me that I’m not a bear. As the alarm clock shivers, this beast pounds my unconscious into retreat. It’s time to awaken and surrender the warmth of my bed. Life is happening within this moment, and I need to greet it.