Ah, the sweet pleasure of the pillow!
How soft, cool and gently it cradles my head.
The sheet over me will rise and billow
as I roll over and play dead.
Who made mornings happen so early?
Why does the alarm have to sound so shrill?
I admit, I am feeling a bit grumpy and surly…
I just wish the world would sit still.
I just want to stay here, under the sheet,
for another five minutes or so.
Why should I rush out madly into the street.
Do I really have to go?
I guess work is important to me…
there are bills I need and have to pay.
But hear the complaint, for I will speak succintly,
I want to stay in bed today!
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