Back to life, back to reality

It might have seemed like the longest weekend ever, but now it's Monday morning and it's time for life to carry on like normal.
I'm not a very good sleeper in the best of situations, so these last few nights have been particularly awful. I woke up early and had one of those awful waking dreams where something terrible happens and then you have that amazing moment of relief as you wake up, when you realize it was only a dream. This time, though, that was followed by the sinking feeling that it wasn't a dream. He really did leave.
Even still, when I looked at my alarm clock this morning after hours of tossing and turning, I re-set it for later and huddled down further into the covers. If I could hide here for a while longer, I would. I don't want to go to work and have people ask me why I look so tired. I don't want to sit at my desk with a million things to do and not be able to concentrate on any of them. I don't want to do any of it. Not today.
Inevitably, I have to get up and get on with my day. First up, drag my ass out of bed and try to throw together an outfit and do myself up in a way that doesn't read "Had the worst weekend of all time". Then, drag my ass out the door and get to work... ideally, on time. Then just a quick 8 hours of work and I can come home again. Not for long, though, because tonight is our first session with the counselor since he left. For that, it seems even more important that I don't go in looking like the bride of Frankenstein. Then home. Then sleep. Then do it all again.