I feel like this has become more of a conversation thread about putting off work more than editing. Anyways, is this any better?
I looked at my window. The plain blinds were drawn down, but still, it was clearly light out. Meaning I had to get up. I tried to roll over but misjudged the distance— and fell off my bed.
"Good morning." I told the rude blue carpet.
I opened my dresser slowly, still dazed from falling on my face. I got dressed fairly quickly. Sporting a green tee shirt and blue jeans, I zombie-walked over to the stairs and put on my boots.
Walking down the stairs, I glanced at the analog clock sitting on the kitchen counter. Suddenly it felt like I had a ton of bricks weighing down my stomach.