I killed the calendar on the wall,

Skipped the glorified ceremony and all.

Pieces of plans soared through the air,

Nearly brushing my cowlicked hair.

To the Disrupter of my Dreams,
The Screaming Sleep Waker,
The Insolent Sun Beams:
You are punctual and I am ******.

Why must we only meet like this?

I’m staying here all day long.

You can’t stop me.

Unless you bring me a hot cup of coffee…*

                                   *Sincerely,
                                                
                                             **The Sleeper of Five Hours