06.45

It can’t be that time already,
Surely not!
The green glow of the alarm flashing
My ears full of piercing sound
Dust has not had the chance to settle
The blanket is warm
My body toasty

My big toe tells me the weather
Before I’ve heard the latest
It’s cold that’s a matter of fact
Five more minutes won’t hurt
The blanket is warm
My body toasty

I never found what I was looking for
I never had enough
It’s not fair
Why does the day have to start?
It’s not on-others find it so easy
The body next to mine is
Oblivious to all that batters the window, and sounds
of parenthood coming from across the hall.

To stay where I am is the best place for me
The blanket is warm
My body toasty
There’s nowhere quite like it
It has to be said
The sun is not up, so why should I?

Here is where I wish to stay
That’s a fact
I will rise another day
Tomorrow I feel will be a better day
Just five minutes more would be bliss

D Wakeman

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