(Author’s note: the sad thing is, this is pretty much my internal dialogue every morning)
Hey.
Hey… hey you…
Hey…
Hey!!
It’s time to get up
C’mon, you know it’s time
No, don’t pull on my arm
No, don’t pull me back to bed
I know the covers are warm
And I know the hedgehog is huge and soft
I know how it feels when you hug it
But it’s time
It’s time to wake up…
No… you… not five minutes… now
Now
Fine, fine, ten more minutes – no five more
Why did you change it to ten??
NO. Five Minutes.
Hey…
Hey…?
Wake up
Love this – feels like my mom trying to get me up when I had to go to school; way back when. I feel you girl! Waiting for the end of the marathon but not quite there! Wish I’d seen this last Sunday. Loved it! Please feel free to peruse my poems too! Thanks!