A few creatures and a planet full of fingerprints

Oh the monster called Morning! As much as I crave the sunshine, lately the mornings on weekdays have been nightmares in broad daylight. Every morning my body feels like that colossal monkey who refuses to give up his weight and move. Not that the monkey really exists but you get the picture. Just in case you don’t, it is more like King Kong having a bad day and refusing to budge. This monkey does exist, but only fictionally. So let’s say like a blue whale in a fatigued repose on the seabed. Again, not that the whales actually do that, but they do exist in reality… In any case, those creatures are just the parable for my body in the morning which goes with the willpower and strength of a sloth. In a nutshell, it is a horrendous feeling and I haven’t been hyperbolic here. There you go, I have ranted; and rightfully so!!!

Now here’s what I say today… we all are like fingerprints.