Too tired to mention

Friday arrived,

golden,

full of promise.

I could write notebooks about how busy

I've been all week

but something tells me

no~one really

wants to read about that on the eve

of a weekend.

Do they lovies?

I wish I had a magic wand.

In an instant I would wave it,

and all this tiredness would vanish.

Tiredness affects me in the strangest of ways.

For instance~

I lose my appetite.

I cooked up a storm for everyone,

fabulous beef stir fry and ice cream for pud.

Too tired to eat?

Me?

That doesn't happen often, believe me.

I feel as though I'm wearing a pearl necklace

and someone ripped it off and the

pearls went

tumbling to the ground

one by one,

bouncing down the stairs in slow motion.

The cup of tea I made sits ,

lonely.

Sometimes,

I want to be standing under an orange sky.

I don't like the way I feel when I'm tired.

It spooks me.