A cool, crisp morning air
Cuts like the teeth of a monster
That lurks in darkness
The warmth of bedding,
Pillows, comforters, and sheets
Protects from its fangs
The alarm, however
Is not so easily dissuaded,
And calls out for attention
The too-familiar voice
Of work, chores, and responsibilities
Awaiting, expectantly
To lift the blanket of night
Drop feet firmly to the ground
And rise to the occasion
Rise to the occasion today
As for the occasion yesterday
As for the occasion tomorrow
One day, the alarm will call
And will continue calling, unanswered
But today is not that day
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