The sheets which heat my body and act as a sanctuary for my animalistic brain, are ever so soft. I feel as if I was a different species, I would find out we aren't so different. Just like a cat tired from springing into the air, in chase of a toy, I find a spot for my tired muscles to rest and bundle up. Just like a kitty, I have nightmares or dream of a platter of fish in front of my feline eyes. However, for my human eyes, nightmares lay hidden in the shrouds of darkness waiting to pounce the moment I enter the dreamscape. It's a routine where my eyes lose light. After years of this unpleasantness, my eyelids lower and breath calms. My boots have tread this path till my feet feel the dirt, I am no novice. Still, once the dust in the air becomes evident from the rays of light the sun produces as it wakes the world, I arise in a shaken state. Rome wasn't built in a day as many say, and such is the way of myself. Constantly I refer back to my self-righteous state of mind which proudly shouts "I will be better! I will be the man everyone loves!", and remind myself that this is a process and not a switch that happens overnight. Once I finish up my half-baked morning routine of simply swaying my toothbrush, I race to work only to be 5 minutes late. Score. I danced my crowd favorite, the song that calls for encore, the car used for work. After returning home, the muck of work and the remnants of food were washed with soap I once again washed the hair on my head in hopes of looking dapper for school the next morning. After the concoction of product and water, my hair is left to dry and I hack away at the mound of schoolwork left for me. The day never ends for me, I am constantly working. Hopefully, when my animalistic body finds its place of rest, I dream of a plate of fish.