Saturday, September 12, 2020

Sunday Alarm!

 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 ๐Ÿ˜

6 comments:

  1. Never thought even a spoiled morning could also be described so well๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ

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  2. Hahahah!! This happens with me as well, I used to wonder why???? Now content that I am not the only anokhi one๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

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  3. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜The day when you want to sleep the most ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†

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