That Feeling...

It's that irritating feeling of walking into a room and forgetting why I'm there.

Only, it's when I wake up. Every single day. Day after day, I just keep waking up and I can't remember why I'm here. A purpose, a meaning, I can't find any. I'm not inspired nor do I care to be. I just keep waking up. The minutes drag. There are so many of them in a day! So many to wait through until I can slip into some state of rest where time doesn't exist and my blank stare is welcome. In the darkness, I watch the shadows on my wall as religiously as my Grandmother watched Johnny Carson.

I figure, I'll wake up one day with some epiphany of what I'm doing here. Kinda like when I stand in that room long enough and I finally remember "Oh yeah!".

I guess I just need to keep waking up...