I turn my back from the sun, and slap the snooze…again. Thoughts form, “just get up and move.” Limbs proceed to upright position; feet dangle a few inches from the floor. “So close, but yet…forget it.” My head drops back against the pillow, down feathers envelope and cradle me. I am incapable to motivate myself for another day. Instead my blanket of dull and dreary, I find safe and most content.
Hesitantly, he walks into the room full of youthful activity; balls bouncing, teen girls giggling, and the stench of sweaty boys fills the air. Loud music competes for the attention of all.
Glancing to the left he sees a huddle of teens. Panning the room, he sees established groups of kids going back and forth between their chosen activity and staring at their phone and intensely replying to a text, Facebook post, Instagram picture or whatever has drawn their attention away from the flesh and blood that stands before them.
Unnoticed by all, he bravely makes his way around the room, looking for an opportunity to “break into” the conversation or action. But his shyness and awkwardness hold him back. Courage fades and a sudden urge appears to find an excuse, any excuse to get out. The battle within himself rages and consumes his focus.