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"There you are," the voice said, softer now. "The world is still hard, and you’re still tired. But you’re not in bed. You’ve already won the first war of the day."
"You're waiting for 'inspiration'?" the voice continued. "Inspiration is for amateurs. You’re waiting to 'feel like it'? You won't feel like it until you're halfway through the day. Right now, you’re just a brain attached to a pile of excuses. Move a finger. Just one." Arthur twitched his index finger. Get Up You Stupid Fuck🤬
Arthur closed his eyes, ready to surrender. But then, a second voice flickered to life. This one wasn't a whisper; it was a rough, jagged spark. "There you are," the voice said, softer now
Arthur stood. He wobbled, his head heavy, but he was vertical. He walked to the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face, and looked in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a mess. You’ve already won the first war of the day
The alarm clock on the nightstand didn't just beep; it seemed to sneer.