Internal Clock
The light wiggles its way into my eyes
Yawning and stretching I begin to rise
"Surely it must be late morn" I think
While stumbling and struggling to blink
I don my glasses just so I can see
"It's 6 am. Are you kidding me?"
(after watching movies with my guy till the wee hours of the morning, my internal clock
decides to mess with me)
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