Dark, cold winter morning,
burrow under the warm goose down
for just one minute more.
One, two, three,
heave back the covers
and feel the shock of frigid tile
as I stumble to the shower.
Step into the hot steam~
can I wash these thoughts
out with shampoo?
Too much to think about
before my morning joe.
A few quiet moments to sip
and watch the sky fill with
little pink clouds.
A quick glance at the clock-
go, girl, go~ time to enter the fray.
Ah, warm bed
I already miss you so...
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