Morn

Morning and I was still fast asleep when the bell rang and breakfast was delivered.
I wasn't the one who woke up to receive it and one look at it tells me that I don't want as much as a morsel in my mouth.
I am not looking forward to quarantine, a reality which will hit me hard come tomorrow evening.
My flight will leave at 11:55 in the AM, and I think I want to slam my head against something sharp.

How long am I going to keep complaining about everything here?
I hope this tide of sadness ebbs soon.
I am now making some tea out of teabag's, which isn't so bad.
One step after another and I will be there.

(Woke up to thoughts of us)