Clever Not Beautiful

I wake up with the world’s surplus supply of energy burrowing through my body like a mole. It starts at my eyes, when I can no longer keep them closed. From there it travels down, wiggling fingers, waking my stomach, until it reaches my left leg. It jiggles in my ankle like a rubber ball in a small box until I just have to get out of bed.

It’s then I know that today, things will be getting done.