A Sunday morning in March
I am half awake inside by double duvet.
I know what I'll see when I open my eyes
A heap of unwashed clothes that may start smelling anytime
just behind the door.
Two laptops, both switched on;
One has on a pornographic story that failed to excite
and the other has the reason why it didn't:
the unfathomable finance problem that only Lance Moir can solve.
Accumulated wisdom on People Management, Supply Chain, Macroeconomics,
Strategy, IT management and Business Law
spread out all over the place as sheets of paper. All mixed up.
I'll have play hopscotch all the way to the loo!
I open my eyes. I can see why it feels colder than usual.
It has been snowing.
I turn around curl myself into a ball,
hugging the pillow tighter than before.
Boy! Bachelorhood sucks!
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