Saturday Shake Down On Meds
Right hand is asleep.
Eyes blurry.
Hands shaky.
Left hand asleep now.
Why am I at work?
What was I thinking?
Thank God I did not drive myself.
I do not have that kind of energy.
My body wants to wander back to bed.
But is sleep doing me any good?
Not a whole lot.
Would I be better off sitting in the sun
with a book on my lap?
Maybe.
Before I can register this
I am betraying myself by crawling back into bed.
ZZzzzzzzzzz
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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