Your alarm is ringing.
Did you hear me?
It's ringing, no chiming, maybe beeping,
just get up and turn it off.

But it's warm in here.
But I'm kind of wrapped up and sweaty.
But I really didn't sleep that well.
But last night, when I fell asleep,
I thought tomorrow would take an eternity to arrive.

I thought 'this time, I'll close my eyes, and really get lost"
This time the swarm of warm blankets will swallow me, right down into the center of the Earth.
It's warm there too isn't it?
I don't want to wake up,
and be 'just me'.
I'm so plain and mediocre.
So tired of feeling sorry for myself and to weak to do much about it.
I thought last night, that maybe if I had a 'you',
I'd feel a little stronger and a little less scared.
I thought that just as the covers tried to swallow me,
I'd stick out an arm, and you'd keep me from being ****** in.
That maybe even if you were sleeping,
I could just put my hand on your shoulder,
or my pinky around yours, and you'd keep me there.

I think if I could just have a 'you',
a whoever 'you' are,
the morning wouldn't hurt so badly, and the night
wouldn't be an anticipation of morning,
and the day not a long and convoluted path to the night.

I though last night, this morning would feel different.
I thought for once I wouldn't get swallowed, and sweaty, and scared.

I hoped for something to hold onto, and as those hope reliably failed,
as those hopes always do,
I hoped this morning wouldn't come.