Weary

Weary by S.C. Robinson She sits on her soft fluffy bed, resting her limbs before she starts her day. Rethinking her preceding dream, hoping the images won’t fade away. She watches the clock as each second ticks slowly and fast at the same time. Leaning over in deep thought as if her peaceful moments were a crime. Thinking of a better day to one day step into her victorious purpose. Waiting for the opportunity to get out of this mentally chaotic circus. She sighs sluggishly and rises to the doubt of her daily occasion. Pondering the temptation of desiring a day of relaxation. One thing she knows, and one thing is sure. She no longer awaits the pressure of needing something secure. Without any hesitation or any further drama, She decides that she is one tired mama.