A cloudy day

Waking up in a cloudy morning,
& peeping out of my room's window.
Dark & dull everywhere,
Still not poaring.
Turning towards the wall clock,
Its already 7.
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Such sluggish & dim arena,
Doesn't allow to leave the bed.
Lying back on my cozy bed&grabbing pillows around,
Went back to the dreamy world again.
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After an indefinite sleep of 4 hours approx,
It's now 11.
The weather is just the same,
But now, no more sleep in the eyes.
As now, good scolding of mom is ready to be served.
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Fascinated by the wonderful weather,
Planned to have breakfast on the couch of balcony.
Recognising, luckily it was a holiday,
A cool breath of relaxation exhaled.
A cup of hot coffee in hand while standing on the balcony,
Gave the bliss of the day.
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The cloudy day mesmerize me a lot.
Forcing me for a long drive,
Or may be for a long lonely walk,
Enjoying the climate.
Or sometimes compelling me to spend on the sofa,
With a thin blanket, watching television.
Along with rapid servings of good food,
Sometimes noodles or samosa or pakoras.
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The sleepy atmosphere,
Makes me lazy.
Dragging me sometimes to bed or couch or sofa,
Drowsing lounging napping whole day,
Sticking to a single place of the house for whole day.
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& unfortunately if its a working day,
It's obvious, the day is curse.
Inspite of having no mood for work,
Imposed to complete the job.
Sitting near the window seat,
Imagining what would have been doing if was in home.
-Fauzia Afreen .