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Sunday Night

I thought I should get up, take shower, catch a random train, go to a city, buy a coffee and take the same train back. But then, winter wasn't kind to the Sun.



I was hungover.

So, I woke up and slept, woke up and slept.

I saw the beaming yellow light on my room's wall.


I thought I should get up, take shower, catch a random train, go to a city, buy a coffee and take the same train back.

But then, winter wasn't kind to the Sun.

The yellow light was gone,

And, I was lying on the bed until 2 in the afternoon browsing through the food video on Instagram.


Finally, I got up, cooked delicious mix-veggie rice, took bath, called home, and talked to my sister.

I had food, watched an episode of 'After Life', ate all remaining Baklawa (6 of them), and went back to sleep.


I woke up at 8 again, saw an email, many messages on WhatsApp, a calendar notification for Policy Brief outline, got anxious, and watched an episode of 'After Life'.

Anxiety did not go away, I got up to check emails (even though my heart asked not to), fixed my calendar for Monday, checked emails again, still on email.


I wrote this poem, and I am thinking of my morning run tomorrow, asking her for a coffee and an eventful Monday.

For the Goonight sleep, I will take a sleeping pill afterward and go to bed.



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