Through out the week , I longingly wait for Sunday . Contemplating to sleep late on Saturday night . Catch up on my Netflix series or other shows . But invariably my eyes start closing on their own accord . We both have a silent battle going on . I want to be defiant and keep awake . My eyes want to close and I want to keep them wide open .
Finally ! I succumb to my eyes will and sleep .
And guess what ? I’m wide awake at 5.30 on Sunday morning. Oh God ! Not on a Sunday . No way ! Then I deliberately go back to sleep . But I’m not destined to sleep any longer .
Alas ! At 7 . The doorbell rings ! The newspaper man . 7.30 wrong delivery . I scream in frustration . At 8 , the milkman with a query . Finally ! I still wow to sleep for atleast another hour .
Guess what ! The cook calls . Not coming in today .
A beautiful ruin of my Sunday morning sleep . I wake up and succumb to it . My sleep lying in ruins . I sit wide eyed . My coffee comes to my rescue. Lending it’s support and undying love 😁
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ReplyDeleteNever thought even a spoiled morning could also be described so well😁🙃👌🏼👍🏼
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ReplyDeleteHahahah!! This happens with me as well, I used to wonder why???? Now content that I am not the only anokhi one😂😂😂😂😂
ReplyDelete😁😁😁The day when you want to sleep the most 😆😆😆
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