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?
He took a long deep breath
& plopped on the couch.
Weekends need to be this way,
So relaxing, so restful
& went back to reading a book.
Her lazy buttery fingers,
Dig deep into the bag of chips,
She gives them a good lick,
& resumes watching her chick flick.
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.
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,
And gym awaits.
Lounging on the couch,
Listening to the birds chirp.
Alone and bored,
I look up at the ceiling and wonder
How to go about with the day?
If there’s anybody out there doing the same
Holla to you, I’m sharing my day with you.