Up with the Lark!

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It’s over. I shall not sacrifice my Sunday morning sleep for you, any more. Don’t pretend you don’t understand. I pedaled, pushed, wheeled and cycled this morning, allowing you to hoodwink me into trying out ‘the fresh air of the early morn, the incessant chirps of birds and the gentle breeze that whispers in the ear’. NO! Shut up! Stop right there! Beautiful morn, indeed! Arrrrgh! Your infuriating enthusiasm! The birds had never been more annoying and as for the breeze, it howled in my ears. What was I doing out there, cycling like a fitness freak when I could’ve been as snug as a bug in my heavenly rug? All that maniacal activity made me quiver, tremble, spasm; not in a nice way, for your information, so wipe that disgusting smirk off your face. I can feel the presence of ghost muscles that shouldn’t have been conjured up in the first place. Don’t dare smile! What? No, I’m not smiling. That is a wince, as I try to reach for a sandwich. No, I don’t want to get fit. I am fit enough, you @#$%^$#! No hugs! Be gone, demon! Away! Now, allow me to stuff my face in peace.

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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. The photograph is by the wonderful C E Ayr. Thank you!

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10 thoughts on “Up with the Lark!”

  1. This put a big smile on my face. I have taken to walking my dog in the mornings, up a hill part of the way. I honestly think that conversation could have come out of my own head.

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