Saturday morning. I’m late. I should be waken up by 5. But this back pain really unbearable. I have to sleep more. But I can’t either.
I get up and look into the mirror. The reflection of my face emerge. I greet her.
“Morning. You look awful,”
My hair is messy. My face is pale with red eyes. I should sleep more. Ugh, I love my job but it makes me exhausted. It likes love: painful yet makes you amazingly happy.