fruitless

beside the bed, the small turbine to  provide air to pressure the sleep relaxéd throat into allowing life's breath to pass. The alarm clock on the  piece of furniture designed to hold up the clothing for the day. All seen through the numbed sensors of a mind receeding from sleep,,
Now the desparation of being unable to do the things intended for the day.

The hissing fairies in the head have removed the abilility to concentrate. The drive to get up is curbed, destroyed.
 Do what you must, get up, Go to the toilet,

Go into the living room, pick  a way through the stacks of junk left lying about by the people in co existence. The family.

The dirt and dust of messy careless self indulgent living.
And what was invisible in the tiredness of yesterday evening,

Is a cause of numbing depresseion today, in the morning, the laziness the inertia

this is not positive thinking,

this is fruitless depression.