Woke up late today
Still in my PJs and I’ve
Still yet to shower
****
Everything seems to
Be moving slow except for
The hands on the clock
****
Just one of those days
Where the world is grey and dark
And you’re in a haze
****
And you’ll probably
Fully wake up just in time
For bedtime again
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Excellent context of days and haze. And yes, lack of sleep, I know this enemy all too well. I often wake up in a haze because I am forced to get up early while looking after my Dad. I also know the feeling all too well fighting a haze throughout the day and then only really waking up when I have to go to bed, so I go to bed later and am tired waking up again. A never ending cycle if ever there was one!
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