Alarm clock, you ****! I get angry and strike the top of your head as if you were a misbehaved child and I was your grandmother One, two, one more to go I have to sleep more Before I give you the time of day
Covers crinkled, stretching my toes I roll my head to see my dresser. It's not the clothes I need from inside it, but rather the meds that lie on top of it. Unscrew, pop, swallow, smile and nod as I look at my reflection in the mirror "Today is going to be a good day."