As I am dreaming, I start to feel you.
Soft small hands patting my face.
You pull on the blanket,
you pull my hair.
You've got my attention,
I know you're there.
I open my eyes and what do I see?
Cute bugs smile casted on me.
You giggle and coo;
and giggle some more,
you lose your balance and fall to the floor.
I smile a little and let out a giggle too,
because although I hate being woken up,
I could never get mad at you.
That mocha skin,
those big brown eyes.
That squeal of excitement when you are surprised.

So goodmorning bug,
I hope you slept well.
You are the reason I keep trudging through this hell.