Mundane Days Entry

Those days when...  
 
I open my eyes at three am,  
screw the top back on the whiskey
walk backwards down the stairs, and take a final swig,  
across the hall  
to the kitchen, where I find the bottle and steal it 
 
from the cupboard. I sit for four or five hours reading  
a pointless teenage-  
aimed novel, drinking tea,
from the bottom of the page  
 
to the top. I do it  
just to pass the time.  
The ice cream desert leaves my mouth and places itself neatly
into the bowl, piping hot,  
 
with silver spoon.  
The same occurs with my microwave meal,  
cottage pie, as I don't eat them much  
anymore. The next three hours I over  
 
analyse everything  
from end to beginning before realizing I probably should  
leave my Bookface as I've only just woken up. I wander backwards
up the stairs, close my laptop two hours sooner -  
 
from talking to Michael and Rebecca and Rachel and Jemma. It's quick sand before the sandman wakes me up  
with the eight am kick, click, flicking, beeping, screaming alarm. That's fresh Monday morning, baby  
 
and it all kicks forward again.