Monday = Indolence

My phone alarms every single day at 6 in the cockcrow, my eyes are half open I’m groggy and spurning to move. I reach for the phone to snooze it off. I rest my head on the pillow, close my eyes and as I drift off, unworried and heedless, I slumber the moment away.

I wake up, dazed and strongly expressing refusal to get up. And as I slowly gain lucidity, I reach for my phone to see the time and there dawning upon me is elapsed time – 4 hours have passed since I turned off the alarm. Unwillingly, I get up, sit on the bed while taking a deep breath, I get out of the room, walk languidly to the washroom and appease myself by my morning ritual. I go back to my room, sit on the bed, wishing that Sundays should be extended or to make it more heavenly, the constitution should mandate Mondays to be a nonworking holiday.  This is me on Mondays – physically indolent.

Today, however, is different. Willingly, I woke up on time. It’s a good day so far…