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The winter's afternoon

It's dark and cold
The blankets keep me warm
The mind plays the shadows of light and dark
With the memories of the dark cold caves lived many births before
I can see the sun shy away
Like a moody cancerian having one of his crabby days
The moon is lurking quietly behind in the sky
Waiting for the Sun to make way

I suddenly come back to the present
Reminded of the craving inside me I diagnose as my tea thirst
I wake up and drink my tea quietly
Munching biscuits dipped in the cup

I head to the hall and clumsily look for the TV remote
Surf through #Netflix looking for some relief for my wandering mind
I'm engaged for a few hours
And then the restlessness returns
My mind wanders back to the old cold caves
Where I remember huddling with my half tamed pets - the wolves I use to hunt
My digestive juices begin to flow
I head to the kitchen and switch on the microwave to feast on the leftovers of a late lunch
I'm full and sleepy again
My senses are dulled into floating dreams
And I'm sinking in the world of my imagination
Like a rudderless diver surfing through a ship wreck for survivors
And I see the world in 360 degree
Submerged in the ocean of my subconscious
And then the Alarm rings!
It's time to start another day....

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