The sun
In all its glory
Reaches through the blinds
To stab me in the eyes
WAKE UP, the birds shriek
And as I groan
And grumble groggy curses
The sun chuckles throatily
And reflects off CD covers
Clock faces
And glasses
A cacophony of sight and sound
Just to get me out of bed
My neck is sore
And my stomach is empty
But the warm bed
calls to me
so
I flip over and go back to sleep