Hiding under heavy lids
And sleepy heads
You could not bring yourself
To leave your bed
So you tuck up the covers
And snuggle with a pillow
You don't care about that fly who hovers the window
"Oh,"
You think,
"This time is as rare as a four leaf clover"
Still air
The fly has stopped whirring
The room cascaded in calm, light blue
You aren't cranky
You don't feel sick
The bed just won't let go
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Hiding under heavy lids
And sleepy heads
You could not bring yourself
To leave your bed
So you tuck up the covers
And snuggle with a pillow
You don't care about that fly who hovers the window
"Oh,"
You think,
"This time is as rare as a four leaf clover"
Still air
The fly has stopped whirring
The room cascaded in calm, light blue
You aren't cranky
You don't feel sick
The bed just won't let go
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