Mondays

It’s 7 AM. Morpheus is standing next to my bed. Wake up Tommi. He whispers. Let me show you all the ways you’re fucking your life up right now and how things could be better. Morpheus continues.

I drag myself to the shower. I ask Morpheus to leave the bathroom. Because, it’s a little weird having a guy you just met watching you take a shower. I leave to work. Morpheus wants a ride, goddammit, fine.

We arrive at the office and it hits me. A man’s open palm against the back of my head. Feel that? Morpheus asks. That’s regret, sorrow, depression knocking. It is the prison you've built for yourself. The choices you made, you thought, would make you happy. But what did I actually choose? Was it all just for maximum comfort for minimal effort?

Morpheus flicks a switch. The prison gets pulled away from my eyes and I see the truth. It is beautiful. It all makes sense now. So many opportunities. I know exactly what to do. A chance to be happy again.

Morpheus presents me with two pills on his open palms and exclaims:

You take the red pill and I’ll shatter this prison to pieces, it might freighten you at first but you’ll thank me in the end. You take take blue pill; you’ll go to the gym and you’ll feel better, tomorrow you won’t even remember this morning.

Until next week my friend.