There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. And there you are laying on a serene beach in the silvery moonlight, just laying to the ebb and flow of an equally bored ocean with a cocktail in hand, its little wooden umbrella tilting to the breeze.
Continuous knocking and the jaded 7th alarm snooze.
F*ck you Monday
Ever woke up dreading and bickering just because the strip of light from the half covered window fell directly on your face? And when it revealed the mess around, cursed who did that ? Does blaspheme count as praying ?(since it contains the God's name). Yes, the TV is still on, going on tirelessly, like a drugged rat on the wheel of his cage.Now, the explicit trance of sleeping on a cold morning is disrupted mercilessly with an early call of duty ; the lonely cold shower is just a feeble laughable attempt to shed off the last remains of the treasured slumber.
To add to the dismal start, the global markets seem to have tumbled over the weekend, and with the deadline dead set to stay put, a 'Blood' red carpet graces a hostile work environment. Its like the universe has been personally pissed off at a major level. An hour later, dressed and barely fed,a yawn and a beer-burp later, you drag yourself out , greeted by the loud horn from a stupid automobile.
Goodbye savory,succulent sleep.
Hello,corporate slavery.
