When my dad goes out of town, my mom sometimes lets me sleep in the king bed.
I feel like I am sleeping in a cloud
Soft folds of white blankets envelop me
Feather pillows
The problem is-
I can’t sleep in it if I have work early the next day
Because leaving that paradise
Is impossible.

I think right now
My life is too comfortable.
I think it is late in the morning
And the sun is shining through the window
The day is creeping away
And I am asleep
Because who wouldn’t be?
And the sun passes by
And who knows what time it is?
And how much of the day I have already missed?

I’m too comfortable.

Time to get out of bed.
Time to take a quick shower
And head out the door.
And get to work.
Because you can’t make the world a better place
If all life means is being content

I really don’t want to sleep my life away.