Morning doozies

A resolve to not sleep the second time around in the morning.. so here I sit, tucked in my bed, because it is too early to go about household activities. If I ain't sleeping, I'd at least like to laze a bit, which is exactly what I'm doing. A cat curled by my side, my body entombed in warm layers of thick duvet, a tablet in hand I try to blot out sleep from my eyes in rapid successions of fluttering blinks. 

The kind of burning sensation that comes with purposefully avoiding sleep has now begun to ravage my eyes, and I wonder if this really is the right way to do it? It's not like I sleep well at nights, but then again these are my ways of justifying a morning nap that sometimes leaves me more tired than refreshed. Sometimes not always. It's a matter of pot luck really. 

The only drawback with morning naps being I wake up a little later than I'd like, and the entire day gets pushed into a giant tardy mess, which makes the day shorter than its usual length.

Blame winters for my lackadaisical unwillingness to leave warm spots in my bed.

Weather is a fickle trickster and notorious for spreading sickness when it promises to change and freeze frames itself, conning lesser mortals into thinking its gone for good, but no..it comes back and disseminates seasonal illness. 

Sigh, cold and flu is one such annoyance, a lame trick played by seasonal charlatan, one that takes its time to heal and leaves the body quaking in every limb in its aftermath. 

Hot water and plenty of fluids is the right way to go. Just as resting, staying glued to bed, and keeping physical activities to a minimum is. 

Fatigue is thy enemy.. sleep a lot and strain not yerself, me darling.