11 June 2012
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.
Waking Up Kills Me. • Opuss № I