I am greeted by morning singing.
Of birds too soon. My head is spinning.
Through the window the cold wind is visiting.
I shiver, wishing that the night wasn't so limiting.
For I wish to return to my peaceful dreams.
A different world, where nothing is what is seems.
But alas duty has called upon me!
But first I should try to wake up properly...
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC
I am greeted by morning singing.
Of birds too soon. My head is spinning.
Through the window the cold wind is visiting.
I shiver, wishing that the night wasn't so limiting.
For I wish to return to my peaceful dreams.
A different world, where nothing is what is seems.
But alas duty has called upon me!
But first I should try to wake up properly...
