The Sunday quiet finally met
Tomorrow’s rhythm I won’t forget
Thumb hovers… small regret?
One button pressed, the deal is set

No boss awaits, no looming threat
Just life’s own pace – terms I beget
The morning sun will rise and yet
I almost wish it had not set

So here I lie, no need to fret
The work I love won’t make me sweat
It’s not a cage, it’s not a debt
It’s just the dance I planned and set

One final scroll in silhouette
Tomorrow waits without a threat
Deep breath now. No upset.
Back to the pulse. Alarm set.