BotanicalGirl

It is more than just being tired; It feels like my brain has been rewired. I stare at the mound of various shapes and forms stacked up by the kitchen sink; a jumble of used cups, plates , spoons, knives and pans, that inhibits my ability to think. The thought of washing them up doesn't even cross my mind; In the cupboard a clean mug I find. I move the chopping board to make some space; I need a coffee before the day I can face. I stir my coffee and dip the spoon in a bowl of cold washing up water; To reuse for peanut butter for my bread roll, to somehow save on washing up later. I turn my back on the monstrosity in the kitchen; and retreat slowly to a comfy chair, hoping to regain some energy again. Maybe in some way we do hibernate; In cold winter weather, like a hedgehog sleeping, for spring he does wait. Curling up in a cosy corner of the room; Like a fetus, kept warm in the womb. Wake me up in Spring!