Miss Dizzy

I hit snooze again,
Not once, not twice, bloody 14 times.
Groggy as a drunken monkey,
Slithering like a dazed slug.
Is this still a dream?
I sit down and wonder.
Eyes droopy, head foggy.
I feel like a zombie.
Mum slaps my hand and stares at me.
I growl at her, grumpily.
This day isn’t going to go real well.
No, don’t you tell me to go back to sleep again!
I will make myself coffee,
Turn down the lights,
Listen to some jazz,
Bask in this glorious grogginess,
And work, alright?

Go Back to Sleep

What’s this sunlight outside my window on a cold autumn day,

Is it summer again?

Please tell me it’s summer!

So, I can wear my floral dresses and walk down the streets,

Without fearing the chillness on the tips of my earlobes.

Can I eat a fudgy ice cream sandwich cake for breakfast?

Alas, my weather app says 4 degree Celsius

Or, should I rather say 39 degree Fahrenheit.

Albeit, it’s all the same, it is still cold outside.

So, I might as well grab my comforter

And snuggle deep inside it again.

To Do or Not to Do

Day 86

The days pass like a drifting leaf..

The time keeps leaving me behind.

With an upraised arm I run after,

Presuming it would wait.

When the realisation dawns on what is lost,

I scowl and settle on a plan of action,

To not fritter my time away.

But then again,

A confused, lazy thought perches

On my rational brain.

It longs for an aimless, uneventful day.

And so, I let my mind wander away.

Ah, so easy it is to do nothing but stare.

While my unread books,

Unfinished work,

Unanswered mails,

And gym awaits.