9 April 2012
I open my eyes The world is barely dawning. How I hated Being early in the morning.
Too tired to move, I fade back to sleep. Just for five minutes, But after twenty, still not a peep.
The pleasant dreams, Draw me in more and more. I don’t want to go back to reality After all, it is such a bore.
As I dream and I dream, The minutes pass by. It’s true what they say, Time can really fly.
As the day begins, And the air fills with song. There I still lay My sleep still stood strong.
7:00, 7:01 It was starting to get late. My family getting worked up, Tired and in such a state.
They look at the clock, And realise I’m asleep. Whilst I’m still dreaming, About fences and sheep.
I wake up with a jolt. I suddenly don’t feel like yawning. How I hate Being late in the morning!
The Morning • Opuss № I