sun breaks through bent slits in the room and streaks of light tell me I am missing my day.

a ring behind the ear, you check yet again it is only your mom reminding you your grandmothers birthday is in three days.

The next twelve minutes you'll spend in bed, twisting through covers asking  yourself if you really need this job more than a extra four hours of sleep.

I wish I was the person that got up at five, laced up their shoes and ran a moderate four miles, letting the beauty of the early morning lighting show them the gentle side to the world, i would follow that by a nice light roast in the Kuerig.

But that is just not possible, ive got about fifteen minutes till i have got to be anywhere and I am  deep into my third rem cycle, still smelling of the wine I drank over ice from the night before. ill never make it to the pretty side of the world when your stuck in high noon tide.