Wake Up

The light shining in 

onto my closed, heavy eyelids.

The limbs stiff,

not wanting to be budged.

The mind foggy,

unable to comprehend reality from dream.

Time has escaped;

I'm in my own world,

at my own sluggish pace.

The muscles whine to be stretched,

but the bed won't allow it.

The covers laying on me in scattered portions.

Warmth leaving,

the cool air infiltrating the bed.

Time to get up.

Reviews

[Livenrite]

Wow! That's exactly how I feel every morning:) Loved the choice of words and loved the smooth flow! A good writer makes you feel what is written. Thanks for sharing

[Nirmala]

For morning sleep lovers, this is totally accurate!
The limbs stiff, not wanting to be budged. The mind foggy, unable to comprehend reality from dream.
Ah, but the morn has to be greeted and cool air will infiltrate as schedules and demands of the day will! Enjoyable poem!

[Ruth]

That feeling of dreaming and awakening, never feels real! lol You have portrayed that feeling really well in this poem:) xx

[kait]

your a very good writer i hope i can get this good one day. : )

[Gheeneil]

It's the feeling we get once we overslept and still yearn to turn back in. But then again, there are things that need to be done. Thus, it cuts off the dreamy state.

I like the mood of this piece. It's so calming and comforting. It makes me think of home.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

your poem is as gentle and cool..as the morning breeze...

[Sin]

Kind of a cool way to say how you feel waking up in the morning. Nifty work, and I like how the foggyness of sleep leaving you is like the warmth leaving the bed, and the cool air is like the oncoming day. Very nicely written :)