I found the sweet spot!
That perfect place.
That one piece left on a plate.
Like a leftover.

Perfect depending on your definition of perfect.

Like a child in a game of hide and seek.
Everyone was found but you.

The voices of children repeating.
"Where are you"?
You can come out now!

Pure joy in your ability of stealth.
Giggling to yourself.
That sweet spot that people seemed to not have found.
Your lost.

However, joy turns into disgust!
When you didn't come out of that sweet spot.
People have long stopped looking for you.
You be comfortable with yourself.

Doing your own thing.
Floating from here and there but never touching your feet on the ground.

Almost 2 months later, emerging!
Nothing was ever completely done.
Only the things that require minimum effort.
Dishes, laundry, wiping the walls of the shower room after a hot bath.

Your home looks too perfect.
Like a hotel room when you first check in.
Evidence of life the hours before were erased. Covered with clean blankets. Fresh towels, and an empty sink.

Yet you've been living there all day long.
All week long.
Almost 2 months long.

The longest of day dreams.
A matrix.
Behind on task, goals, and self improvement.

Waking up freaking sucks!

My back hurts as I stretch.
Reality is, I have to wake up.

Rum and coke in a glass of ice is nice in the morning.
Shave the beard and mustache off.
Cut my hair.
Hot shower.
Top it off with satisfying self maintenance.

The world continues.
Without you!
It never stopped.
No pause.

Can't make up what time was lost ne!

Shit!

Do my best today.
Do better tomorrow.

I'm fueling my rocket ship!
If you're just waking up too.
Have nothing better to do?

Let's take a trip!