I got up on the dark side of the bed

It was like waking up at the bottom of the sea

There was this weight, this crush, pressing down upon me

And everything was dark as the dead

What a thing to start the day with

As though every act was pointless

As though every breath was fruitless

And warming, lifting light was a myth

I got up on the dark side of the bed

But rather than sinking away as lead

I forged a path to the surface instead