Oh how I long to back to bed
The warm spot still in the mattress
The sunken pillow
The twirl of the sheets
Where I once was
Are still curled in comfort.
They stare longingly at me as I force myself to walk away
They call to me in the dark uninviting room
I joke with myself that no one should be up at this hour
But I don’t laugh.
My bed teases me into thinking that it’s really the weekend
And I can go back to bed.
It taunts me to believe there will be a freak snowstorm
And I can fall back into that dreamy world
Where alarm clocks are just for fun
And the real world starts when I want it to.
