The minute moment where sleep blinks into awakeness and slothily leeches itself away from your bones, you are keenly conscious of how lazy you potentially can be.
So you drag yourself out of the very pit of your bed, where the gravity is heaviest
And throw yourself into the morning coffee and mechanical means of getting ready for a day
Where you think you know what will happen, and what is supposedly to be rewinds and forwinds in your mind like a silent movie clip
But the day is always different, and there is always something semi-unexpected