Dry smile

by Shreya

​I’m lying on the bed

Staring at the fan

The sunlight is too dry

The clock says one

And the sky’s white

Tired of binge watching shows

I lie here quietly

The ceiling’s an old friend

The biscuit box is empty

I slept for 11 hours

Yet I lie here and think

Of things to do

None around

To listen

To my jokes

And laugh with me

While having lemonade

For more than a minute

So I call you up

And smile and giggle

In a different reality

And on returning 

I’m left with

All the energy

But very little will

To do anything

On my list

So I dance 

The time

And the extra space

Away.

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