Sink me in a river

I climb the metal bars that form steps leading to my bed. I lie on striped sheets, feel the alarm clock with my fingers and switch the on button. I am tired all the time, I’ve been here for a month. It’s turning into a habit, habit is a part of life. But no matter how familiar this gets, when I say ‘my room’ I will always think of pink walls, beige curtains and dark mahogany wood.

And then, hello morning.