Slow Moving Day

Woke up to rain falling from the sky.

Went back to sleep for what felt like a week.

Woke up at noon feeling meek.

So much to do, but nothing getting done.

That wasn’t my plan to understand.

But the skies are gray, making me want to sleep all day.

In my bed a wish I could stay.

It’s a slow-moving day.


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