“It’s okay, I have tomorrow.”

My eyes stare at themselves through the mirror.

It's 11:09, the day went by in another procrastination blur.

What did I eat for breakfast?

Oh, maybe I skipped.

What about work?

I did nothing, just gained an impending thirst.

My water bottle sits there.

In front of me, caught in my stare.

I only took five sips, maybe three.

Who am I kidding?

Only me.

I look at my face, tired eyes and skin that haven't seen the sun or smiled at anyone.

I stare at my feet, which are equipped to walk, but ought to venture out and have some fun.

I look at the clock, it's 11:11.

Could this be a sign from the universe, from the angels in heaven?

"I can do this," I say as I set my alarm for 6.

"I can do this," I say as I prepare my clothes for the next day.

"I can do this," I say as I get into bed with a book and not my phone.

The next day comes, it's 9 o'clock.

Oh, what did I do at six? Nothing, just turned my phone off.

It's 11:13 now, it was nothing but a day of drowning in my self-destructive sorrows.

"It's okay, I have tomorrow."