The bed was so warm. She pulled the blanket tighter, willing the time to stay still. Please, no. Not another day, not another day to trudge through. She waited expectantly for her mom to come into the room and wake her up. Yes, she did have school and work today, but if only today would wait.
“Hally, time to rise and shine!” her mom’s voice rang out. Hally slunk farther under her covers. No, she was not getting up. No, today did not have to come. “You need to get up, dear!” Hally felt her mother standing over her.
The cover was pulled off of Hally, and her mom’s wide awake face was looking down at her. “Get up, dear.”
“Please, let me sleep until eight,” Hally mumbled, trying to pull the covers over her head again. “It’s cold.”
“Nope, you need to get up and start school. You have to work, remember? And I’m making a delicious breakfast.”
“I don’t care,” Hally rolled towards the wall and closed her eyes. Every thought seemed to thunder in her brain. She could hear her younger brother yelling, just what she needed. She could hear the cat walking into the room, meowing. Every sound seemed to be magnified in her head. Mentally, she felt as if she couldn’t go on.
But she had to, and so she did. Out of the bed, and a series of jumping jacks. A walk to the bathroom, a drink of water. Next was her exercise routine.
She lay on the floor, looking out of her windows, feeling as if she was floating above her exhausted body. Exercising often made her feel better, more alive, but today she still felt drained. She watched the small birds flying against the grey sky, and she wished ever so much to be one of them. Flying and never being tired.
Without resisting, she let her eyes close and she let out a deep breath. She could and would get through today. She stood up and made her bed, slightly smiling as she remembered her saying. Any day would be successful if you just made your bed.
Down the stairs, which seemed a mile long, Hally finally slumped into a chair. No, she wouldn’t drink coffee in the morning. Coffee always made it worse.
And so, with a strange feeling in her head, she ate her breakfast quickly, and started her school.
“I can’t do it,” Hally mumbled, letting her head rest on her school book. “I can’t go on.” Going on, in the race of life seemed too hard, too rocky, and to have far too many hills. She dragged herself upstairs and plopped down on her bed.
Her eyes fell on her Bible. She had forgotten to read it today. Reaching out, she picked it up and flipped through it. Psalm 27 showed itself to her view, and she slowly read it.