Early Sunday Morning

early sunday morning when the air is brisk cold when i refuse to get up, because my bed is warmer than the house early sunday morning when the house is empty because my parents have plans that don't involve me early sunday morning when everything is silent not even the footsteps of the dogs or a peep from the bird early sunday morning when i refuse to get out of bed is when i come to realize everything is suddenly dead.

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