Waking Up

As someone under depression, I sleep a lot. I go to bed early, I wake up late, I take little naps, cat naps, long naps. You name it, anything I can grab, I take. And I HATE being woken up. I don't know what it is, but it's like whatever wakes me up is my enemy. Sometimes its my phone alarm, which isn't so bad because its inanimate. But usually it's Gaby or one of the kids, sent in to wake the sleeping beauty. I feel like the wicked witch inside. Or death itself, summoned back to life. Do you think Death wants to be awake? No.