Don't wanna leave my bed!

Just a little doodle I made at a bus stop today (08/18/11).

Light

comes in

through the cracks,

uninvited,

and unrequested.

It touches my skin and,

more importantly, my eyes.

This two-bit place won't let me sleep!

I pull the covers over my eyes and

avoid her, the bright dawn springin to life.

The sound of the clock goes on and on,

tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, 

And birds sing a gay li'l tune.

The sleep will come back soon

eventually . . .

I must lie here,

underneath,

in the

Dark.

Author's Note

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllable count for every line. Sorry for the blandness of this, but I've been out of practice.