Dead from the neck up

An loud, irritating, repetitive, beeping sound puts an abrupt end to your blissful dreams. You rub your mascara covered eyes only to find your fingers black and eyes still tightly shut. You then drag your lethargic self out of the warm comfort of your many down duvets and satin sheets, into the shower, then out the door.
This being what you should do.
Being one who neglects the casualties of what one should do, I find myself still bundled up in those duvets, longing for the company of the luxurious satin sheets. I remain in the safety of this bed wishing that I could fall back into the euphoric interrupted dream, which, by all means was much more appealing than reality. A reality in which even the warmest duvet cannot protect me from forever.

Are you bored?
You look, but do you ever really see? Things are more interesting than they seem, the mind is bored, unsatisfied, but the world is complex and unappreciated.
The tiles on the bathroom floor? Give them a glance.
You may realize that beauty can be found in the most unsuspected places, beauty can be found on the bathroom floor.
For a minute, do not be concerned with what you should be thinking about, give a thought or two to something completely undeserving of your intrigue, you might just find that you are not as bored as once perceived.
Or maybe I am just crazy.