A crash and a bang and the white noise of rain falling down like a sheet
Ahh… perfect weather for a lazy Sunday
Just to kind to cuddle and snuggle in bed
Well, only if the plan is to snuggle by your self
I have no idea how in the first place it would seem so romantic
For a couple to spend a Sunday holed up in bed, rained in
Chances are ...
One, you can’t really fall back asleep with the incessant tapping of raindrops in no particular rhythm on your window still
And your man on the other hand is still out like a log, like how bears go to hibernate or boa constrictors after swallowing whole hogs
It is too gloomy to cast enough light to read a book
You don’t have enough willpower to get up and make some coffee to start your day, and because it seems too darn wrong to be up in the first place.
So what’s left to do but to stare blankly up at the ceiling, trying to decide if you should actually try go back to sleep or surf on your mobile
What did I do?
Thankfully the rain stopped as I was running out of things to like on Facebook.
Ahhh sweet Morpheus, back to dreamland I went
Leaving romantic notions to Ryan Gosling’s fans…
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