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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