I am all spread like a worried sky waiting for the dawn to slink under the bed. A quilt is placed quite thick on my chest, I'm tossing and turning sides for a decent number of hour I'd napped during the afternoon. It sunsets late these days, there's a drought down my neck I'm badly trying to a dream, the wake-up call of which had put me troubled in thoughts for the last few minutes on awakening to the mattress of a reality sprawling in the folds, heading toward an earthen pot and gulping some water to be at a sense. The noon is about to flee and I'm cloaked inside the bed, wanting not to get up neither willing to relapse on a pillow down my head complaining of a day with and without an afternoon nap what a gone case. Letting out an old draft. You may skip this. #afternoon #nap #draftthing #evening #yqbaba
