Every day the sun would rise and force him out of his procrastination.

Just one day wont you let me rest, would be his daily lamentation.

Trapped in a hospital bed, counting each sunrise and sunset, he now waits for his salvation.


In response to Three Line Tales, Week 95 challenge based on a photo by Tobias Keller via Unsplash

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