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.
