Waking up thus early,
Cursing as I do,
Wishing I could sleep more,
Gaze at the alarm clock with rue.
Dragging yourself from bed,
Physically painful thing,
Leaving the just-right temperature,
As your alarm clock starts to sing.
Grumbling and moaning,
Rubbing sleepy eyes,
Every day expected,
Yet every day a surprise.
Waking up kills me.
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