#NaPoWriMo Day Seven – “Discovering Monday”

Last nights colours blurred in the rain

as the bells echo in her ears;

slowly the cogs turn in her brain

but its fuzzy; nothing is clear.

Her feet reach out for the cold floor

as the world straightens in her head.

Stepping forward to the bedroom door

a mine-field; watching where she treads.

There is hope for this tired zombie

as she finds her way to the ground.

She takes a gulp from her coffee;

her state, she can now expound.

Today, is what we call Monday

a sad wretch that follows Sunday.

 

Garfield