“Cabin-ish”

Dealing with Cabin-Fever

I’ve memorized the ceiling’s face,
It smirks at me—my fall from grace.

The rain won’t quit, the sun’s on strike,
My car’s a statue. (Very bike-like.)

I talk to mugs and name my chairs,
They judge me less than stares from stairs.

But hey—I’ve showered, wrote a bit,
That’s cabin winning. (Still legit.)