A poem about struggling to wake up in the morning.

The way you glow though my blinds in the morning,
It makes me feel like you missed me.
Kissing my forhead to help me out of bed.
Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?
Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?
I look above. The sky is blue.
Its a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn’t for you, I could sleep forever.
But I’m not mad.

I want breakfast.


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