On a Friday Morning
The sky comes through my window
And my alarm sounds,
But I ignore it.
My dampened hair
Sticks to my forehead
And the birds chirp outside
Over the noisy whistling of the jackhammer
"I don't think I'll go to work today,"
Is what keeps running through my
Morning-busy, Not-so-busy mind
And I go back to sleep
An hour later,
I get a call
And I am awake now for sure
So I get busy.
I have a drink,
I don't have breakfast,
My roommates stare at me
And I bustle to get ready for my plans that just materialized.