Relaxing At Home

When I strut through the door-

It is time to celebrate the end of another day!

Feeling victorious for a moment. 

Spending the evening telling myself that I am happy. 

But I say it more thoughtlessly each time. 

Feeling satisfied is the appropriate response to the end of the day. 

It was a really hard day. 

The hardest day ever. 

I’m just trying to relax.

Because I worked really hard…. 

Instead I am feeling reckless. 

Here on this chair. 

In this silent room. 

Every time I try to stand, I become dizzy.

It’s never the right time to go to bed. 

I’m always in the middle of some trivial thought. 

And I can’t seem to notice when one begins and one ends. 

I eventually fall asleep in the middle of some argument. 

I wake up in the morning. 

But not to an alarm.

Which is good because I don’t have to work. 

So I can stay focused.

And continue relaxing.
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