Wednesday
The alarm says, "Get Up, Go to Work!"
But I would rather stay in bed.
Here, it is warm and cozy.
I fight heavy eyelids.
I succumb to them.
The alarm groans.
I don't care.
Hit snooze.
Snore.
Copyright © Danielle Thompson | Year Posted 2009
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