Lazy Mornings

Lazy Mornings

Written by Nandini Sethi


There is no sunlight filtering in through windows, 

No chirping birds hanging from branches and singing their songs; 

Only the modernity could wake me: a superhuman alarm blaring through the speakers of my phone, 

Jolting me awake, but still giving me the luxury of staying in bed a bit longer. 

Rubbing my feet against each other,

I bask in the bliss that is my woolen blanket, 

Letting my eyes stay closed,

As my mind wanders. 

It’s the third round of ringing that gets me up,

Towards the bathroom, and into the hottest shower I can imagine. 

As the blistering drops soak my hair, I let the foamy soap cleanse my skin,

The scent of my overpriced shampoo, linger in the air. 

My feet instinctively lead me to the kitchen,

Where lie the apples, the avocados, and the kale,

But my tempting thoughts take me to my phone,

To sugary sweet coffee and baked banana bread. 

Lazy Sunday morning cartoons play on the TV,

But that’s more of a backgroung buzz,

To the haphazard lookout I’m keeping at the neighbourhood, 

Through the balcony, under the pretense of enjoying the wonderful weather. 

I didn’t realize when my watchful gaze gave into a sleepy slumber,

My head lolling to one side, soft snores resounding in the too quiet apartment. 

It was only the loud ding that brought me back to life again,

The fourth alarm of my day. 

A throw over my old couch,

Hot coffee in hand, crispy banana bread in the other,

I watched cartoons,

And snoozed through, all morning. 

I know when I wake up tomorrow,

On the first ring, 

Seated on an uncomfortable office chair,

The 5-day countdown to my lazy morning will be the only thought that I cans spare. 


Nandini Sethi
Nandini Sethi

Sometimes dolefully insightful, sometimes plain distressed state of mind, but always love. I think there’s a bit of love in everything we write. 

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