Maybe Tomorrow

Evelyn had spent
the last several hours
trying to find it.

She looked inside
the dark pocket
of her pillowcase,

beneath the heaviness
of her comforter,
and on the foreign side

of her cold mattress.
But no matter
where she searched,

she never found
the motivation
to get out of bed.

This was the sixth time
this month,and she wasn't
even halfway through February.

Her stomach soured
and mind spun in lazy shapes
as she thought about the last time

she actually showered,
or all the sick days
she had used up at the office,

or the smell
of spoiled groceries
she left on her kitchen counter

from the week before.
Maybe tomorrow, she thought,
I'll finally find it.

She pulled the cover
over her body
and sunk deeper

into the surface
of her mattress
like a depression.