Emotions of a portrait.

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It is a lovely saturday. Clear blue sky, yellow bright light shinnin on the tree leaves. I am sleepy. I should be very much cheerful for the lovely weather but I am sleepy and I feel tired. For last two days I have been sleepin close to 2am. Last night I was just tossing and turning in my bed. Mama called me, I ignored her and pretended as if I am sleepin. I dint want to answer that I am still awake. and then I dont recollect when I slept. I woke up 7am scrolled my phone with one eye, threw my phone and forced my self to sleep. I dont think I just remained in a state of faintly asleep. The best thing was a dream that I had towards the very early morning hours. I saw me lying on a sofa like an artists portrait. I was dressed with lite laced hat, my dress was lite white with a single breathe of pink. One of my legs was suspended in air and the other touched the ground, the rest of my body was on the sofa that more looked like a comfy bed and I was lookin at the artist. I didnt see the painter in the dream. Emotions of a portrait.