i woke up
a song hummed in my head, trying to rock me to sleep again
the sun slipped in beneath the cracks of the door
vegetable vendor shouted his unique accent
i tried recalling which day it was
and jumbled up to a day, some seven-eight years ago
some idyllic perfect morning which i have tucked within the recess of my mind
or was it the perfect deja vu which i have never experienced before

(I might as well give it a title to this if i find a good new song)