Monday, May 5, 2008

Drop off beneath the warm sheets
And slumber till it happens.

It happens.

The blare starts small and grows
Untill it penetrates your dreams.

Roll over
Push it off the desk.
Where it will scream
From the floor.

It's too warm to leave
So you push the button
Knowing the same will happen
Nine minutes later.

I am NOT a morning person!