Dinner,
With a family that is not mine.
I sit there waiting,
Am I just wasting time?
Metallic utensils,
Dance on the plates.
Scratching and scraping,
What a horrible date.
Father looks *******,
Daughter ******* on and on.
"Cut your hair!"
You think I care?
WHAT'S GOING ON?
The spell is fading,
I am starting to wake up.
But my bed,
Is oddly comforting.
So stay in bed.
Although knowing,
That soon,
I will,
Need to,
Get up.