SHE WAS STILL SLEEPING

or that is what I thought she did. Sleeping upon the buddleia seeds.
I walked through the garden in the morning, still not totally awake.
Tired from yesterday's bike trip and tired of my dreams. But not as sleepy as the beetle looked.
A strange day it was, while we had all kinds of changing weather. So we did not venture to go far and stayed on the balcony, reading, sleeping (me) and admiring the view of the rain, listening to the thunder when it came near and most of all enjoying a quiet saturday afternoon.

My haiku:

I did not disturb
The golden beetle sleeping
Nor was I awake

And the proverb:

Like a donkey between two bundles of hay.

Known as Buridan's ass, but not to be found in his works.