It Was One of Those Mornings
Woke up from a poor night‘s sleep an utter wreck.
I had to be to work by eight, but what the heck?
The clock said 12; the real time was eleven.
That alarm clock wasn’t even plugged in!
On vacation and no worries in my head.
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed.
In my hometown, at my mom’s, sleep was the best
With eight uninterrupted hours of sweet rest!
March 7, 2016
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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