I sleep in the afternoons.
A must for me. Else
I go berserk.
The one and a half hour sleep
confined to the hours after lunch
has advanced to pre lunch time,
I doze off somewhere around eleven a.m.
The book, I read lies spread.
My phone buzzes.
The notification bell for messages chimes.
I am asleep.
The maid whizzes around with the broom.
Sweeps with a noise, mops with a louder one.
I sleep.
The rice cooker whistles,
so does the grinder works
with a drawl. I langusih.
I wake up after the time.
Fresh and anew.
The routine, I have set for myself
knowingly or unintentionally
I myself do not know.
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