Breakfast in bed

Didn't feel like getting up today
Was feeling more than a little depressed
It's been a month: what more can I say?
Didn't feel like moving or getting dressed
Just wanted to wallow in self pity
Just wanted to vegetate: laze about
It all just seemed a bit too much: it's silly
Maybe I should get up: scream and shout!
 But what good would that do: I'm asking you?
Would losing it really make me pout?
My darling Vanessa offered me some respite
She said " how about breakfast in bed?"
Just what I really needed: compassion and light
After relaxing: I was feeling better: in my head!