Curse

I can feel the autumn coming right at me, showing in the fact that the first thing I did this morning was cursing. At the world in general, at the grey rainy sky, at my alarm clock, at the cold air outside my blanket, at the emptiness next to me under the blanket, at the fact that I have to go to work, at my consciousness that I shouldn't curse that fact and instead be happy that I have a job, at the fact that I curse the morning instead of welcoming it and once again at the world in general. Sometimes I wish I could be as content as this little frog. PS: No, I don't actually have any reason to curse. I'm just grumpy.