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?
Tag: weird
Time to Move
Somebody knocks on the ceiling. I look up in confusion. I wait for the knock again but there’s only silence.
I say, “Hello?”
Silence.
Then there’s a sudden loud thud on the door. I nearly jump out of my skin almost dropping my glass of milk.
I open the door and see a box of cookies at the doorstep.
I bring it inside and hear a knock on the ceiling again and this time it is accompanied by a voice, “Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”, I ask
“Orange.” says the voice
“Orange who?”, I ask again.
“Orange you glad you’ve a box of cookies to go with that milk!”
Batman’s Ride in Neighbourhood
Day 89
She curled up on her bed,
Lay there with her eyes closed.
A million thoughts raced across her mind.
She lived through each one of them
for brief seconds of time.
The only memory,
that lingered longer than the others was,
The picture of Batman’s car.
How did it get there?
Pretty smooth parking, uh!
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