Waking up to the bang of the alarm,
Groaning and sighing in anger,
The eyes still winking, not ready to see the rising bright sun.
The mouth keeps opening, allowing the gas from the belly to escape.
The body still glued to the bed like a tick on a dog,
Not ready to leave the sweet dreams for reality.
The hands and legs won’t move, as if they are paralyzed,
The head still on the pillow, with the hair scattered.
Again, the ears get slapped by the bang of the alarm.
The brain wakes ghastly and angrily,
It nudges the legs to rise in fury,
Running as if being chased by a wild animal into the bathroom.
The hand hurriedly finds its way to the tap,
Water running out as if being released from detention.
It pierces me with its cold hands, running deep into my veins.
The body rushes out from the bathroom into the room.
The hands, legs, and head find their way into the dress.
Feet slip into the shoes.
Hands grab the door ****
Legs knocking quickly down the staircase to the living room.
The hand finds itself on the knob—outside the house.
Finally, the day has started.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
Waking up to the bang of the alarm,
Groaning and sighing in anger,
The eyes still winking, not ready to see the rising bright sun.
The mouth keeps opening, allowing the gas from the belly to escape.
The body still glued to the bed like a tick on a dog,
Not ready to leave the sweet dreams for reality.
The hands and legs won’t move, as if they are paralyzed,
The head still on the pillow, with the hair scattered.
Again, the ears get slapped by the bang of the alarm.
The brain wakes ghastly and angrily,
It nudges the legs to rise in fury,
Running as if being chased by a wild animal into the bathroom.
The hand hurriedly finds its way to the tap,
Water running out as if being released from detention.
It pierces me with its cold hands, running deep into my veins.
The body rushes out from the bathroom into the room.
The hands, legs, and head find their way into the dress.
Feet slip into the shoes.
Hands grab the door ****
Legs knocking quickly down the staircase to the living room.
The hand finds itself on the knob—outside the house.
Finally, the day has started.