Some mornings you wake up with what feels like chains to your bed. The hurt of yesterday tempts your mind to avoid the pain again. Then when you least want it, you take a deep breath and throw one leg over another and manage to not roll onto the floor, but stand on your own two feet once again. It does not matter how fast you get back up, or the way in which you do or how many times you have fallen, the only one who is counting is you.
Your day will consume you, your friends will need you, you may even find a reverie that is a reality one day and that is reason enough to not get tangled in the web of chains we call your life.