lazy dayA Poem by little bad puppyi don't want to get out of bed
I peek for beneath the covers at the world.
My warm nest of sleep protecting me. My dreams call me back to their world. The sun beckons me into the day. My responsibility piled like a mountain before me. I do not want to leave. The stiffness of the dreams in my body. I can hear people outside my door. I smell bacon cooking in the kitchen. My stomach protest my choice of stillness. The cat looks for his breakfast in vein. I do not want to leave. The clock marches closer. I can feel my life creeping in on me. My mom calls me to emerge from my hiding. Unfinished homework mocks me from my desk. Sour taste of sleep in my mouth. I guess i have to leave © 2014 little bad puppyFeatured Review
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Added on May 7, 2014Last Updated on May 7, 2014 Tags: i don't want to get out of bed Author
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