Sinful Sloth

I patted my stomach, as if doing so would stop it from grumbling. Yes, I know, my dearest tummy boarders, you need to be fed. Let me just drag nyself out of the bed. 

Ugh. Agh. Grrr..

Nope. Not working. I'm still sprawled on my back, my eyes staring at the ceiling. Another growl. Louder this time. 

I sighed. I should be somewhere else, doing something else. My eyes are drooping. It can't be helped. 

Guess my lazy ass will have its way with me.