Frost and haze permeate as the sun light glisten less day by day,
And like a new born yet to birth bundled  in a mink blanket,
While deepen in sleep in the chasm of solice.

Like the groggy wake come with mutter,
As the eyes seem to squint from a dead sleep,
While the day seem muggy to comprehend any intelligible or coherent thoughts.

A simple touch of the silk bed sheet softened the weight of cold harsh winter,
But reminded by the eternal time that won't wait for your slumber,
And at last one must wake to annoying alarm.

Maybe if one would ease their legs out from the blanket,
Then it should be easy to move forward to another day?

Taking a deep breath as the eyes lock onto the clock,
One leg inch away from the comfort of the warmth,
One muster enough strength to move forward.

It's the breeze with unforgiving chill felt through the legs,
And then onto the spine quiver this uncontrollable shake!

"Just five more minutes,"
as the eyes shut for another slumber,
And bundled in the mink blanket to have another epic journey into the dream world.