When I was awakened a sense of despair and fatigue strangled me greatly. My throat was parched and drier than the Sahara desert. My body suffered in immense physical agony as each movement felt as though my joints had become dislodged. The fatigue and pain ate away at any drive and motivation to proceed with the day. I heard the familiar call of my mother. I wrestled, suffering greatly, which caused me to have a greater disdain for arising from my bed.
