Lunch Time Creativity

poetryQuietness fills the air
as my mind relaxes;
an eerie sensation.
My mind draws a blank,
wanting to be wrapped up
with the hug of a blanket.
I yearn to sleep the day away,
instead of doing work I dread.
Still if sleep was an option
my mind would not allow it.

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