I think we have all felt this way at one point or another in our lives…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Wordle’s words
on sunday morning
no no no
tap tap taps
from a leaky faucet of self-contempt
into a porcelain tub
I wake
swing my feet over the edge;
forget last night;
every word a plague
holding my head
wait for the thump
thump thump thump
to stop, the
spray of misery:
sucks
I am not spry imagine
it going away; harder,
make it go away
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Makes me want to crawl back into bed, Randy! Happy Monday and I hope it’s a good one for you.
janet
Thanks, Janet.
Randy
I think I remember that feeling many years ago waking up with a hangover