Snooze Button

Arrested by the manefestation of mental fog outside the window, the oppressive air hangs thick with mist. Cool to the touch, they gray blanket shivers in the sky a justification and a warning not to leave the warmth of slumber. Such sly and dangerous reasoning designed to drag emotion to despair under the guise of rest and comfort, yet it's a temptation given into more often than not. Will the defenses of this conscious mind withstand the onslaught? Or will weakness undermine the good intentions of the day?