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Here we go again. In with the new. Getting ready for work. And there's nothing I can do. I've got to train a student. My bed is calling me. I don't want work today. But if it is good then I'll see.
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Here we go again. In with the new. Getting ready for work. And there's nothing I can do. I've got to train a student. My bed is calling me. I don't want work today. But if it is good then I'll see.
6:30am Good Morning. Ah, the wonderful feeling of that after christmas return to work day. Approximately 2 hours until I have to leave.
Chapter One - - - - - - I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock next to my bed. I groaned and opened my eyes slowly, only to be blinded by the sunlight coming in from the windows.
It's finally Friday. And I get to go to school. I wake up as soon as my alarm goes off and get ready as fast as I can. I run down the stairs and grab a muffin out of the fridge.
It's always such an EFFORT to get up in the morning (hehe, maybe I'm not such a morning person!) and especially when it's cold... 6:00am: Ugh....I don't want to get up for school, I'm too tired.
It's morning, but feels like night It's pitch dark, not a hint of light I'm lying in my bed, thinking about the one And about the football match, and about who won I'm thinking I have to get up,...
It's that time, To wake and rise. To lift your body, To rub your eyes. It's the morning, It's finally here. After all that sleep, It's a conclusion of fear. Drag your body, And weary bones.
#household challenge. You wake me up each morning. With that look upon your face. Buzz buzz buzz, ding a ling. You have no sort of grace. Every morning you are there. Never miss a beat.
#household A dream filled sleep, Counting down; tick tock. Interrupted with a beep, There goes the alarm clock. Just one more minute, To sleep a little more.
#household #acorn It was 6.15 in the morning. The sun was already streaming through the curtains. Her nose began to twitch from the pollen from the field. God, she hated summer mornings.
#household I'm woken by a droning noise. Worse than a chorus of singing boys. It plays again and again. Again and again But I'm still lain In my cozy comfy bed Trying to ignore my painful head.
Sound asleep, Happily dreaming, Then you hear, The alarm clock screeching, You drowsily awake, To put it on snooze, Then fall asleep, But when you snooze, you lose, You sleep a while, Then hear it...
#household Quiet all day long in the corner of the room Waiting for the time its sickly green can pierce the gloom I give it the once over just before I go to sleep Dreading mornings light and its...
House is silent,everybody asleep Love these times,mine to keep Time alone to gather my thoughts No questions asked and no reports Do what i like,watch what i want Write a poem,choose a new font...
It's ten to eight in the morning This busy working Monday The kids are still fast asleep in bed Why can't they do this on a Sunday.
The morning sun danced on the small ice puddles that had formed on the road, creating a sparkly atmosphere with the thin layer of frost.
Good morning everyone welcome to a brand new day, It's 8.20 in the morning and already I've got a lot to say, More like random words that scatter across a page, No order, more disorder not defined...
Part Three- Risky ----------------- Opening my eyes I glanced over to the clock, 6:50am. Ten minuets before my alarm was due to go off. "That's weird..." I mumbled, still not fully awake.
It was one of those days. I woke up on an annoying alarm sound. A song I changed to the night before thinking it was a great choice. It wasn't.
Snart ska jag bege mig till min kära mamma och lillasyster anna på besök över dagen. Det ska bli super mysigt att vara där över dagen och bjuda på tee som jag har köpt med smaken rabarber och vanilj.
Tossing, turning dreams almost burning. A loud alarm, eyes opened saved from harm. Clothes pulled on, a reflection in the mirror like your no one.
Written when I was around 12!.
An early bird, I'll never be. 6am start, Is not for me. The chirpy peeps, They celebrate. Their perkiness, Begins to grate. My head's a fuzz, The tablet's in. To get me through, It's such a sin.
She knows that she can't hide from him. No matter where she goes or how she change he will aways find her. Never stopping.