When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)

Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days.

The afternoon feels empty and cold
I can’t seem to get myself going
Today feels like the same old same old

I look around and there’s nothing doing
Outside it’s all cloudy and grey
I can’t seem to get myself going

It’s already been that kind of day
watching TV beneath the blankets
Outside it’s all cloudy and grey

I need more coffee, but I already drank it
I suppose I should get up to brew some more
but it’s so warm here beneath the blankets

If I get up, it won’t be warm like it was before
and I do hate to spoil the mood
but I really should get up to brew some more

All I know is it had better be good
The afternoon feels empty and cold
and I do so hate to spoil the mood
as I hide from the same old same old

(15 February 2016—posted February 16th)