As the sun rises,

The birds sing

Everyone is awake

I’m annoyed

My eyes, body, and energy


The same question repeats in my head

Why am I part of the night?

If I didn’t have things to do, I would be in sweet, silent bliss

I would be in my dreams until the moon welcomes me

In my bed

The covers wrap around my body

The soft and plushy comfort of my pillow

It’s all I ask for