Sunlight on my tried eyelashes.

I hate working outside, take me back to my dungeon,

People happy, people looking pretty,

Will you not,read over my shoulder, stop,

I need water, i need shade, out in nature, my health decayes,

I dont care if you are pretty, i dont know what id say,

Give me the sun for my skin, vitamin D for my thyroids,

Anything else, just a hazard of being outside.

Sunday

What to say about Sundays?

Waking up rather late, heading to the park to collect my thoughts,

Friends joining, to eat, watch and play

Telling tales of their Saturday night,

Getting cleaned up, making plans.

A smile and a wave, back to the doona cave, to rest the day away.