This morning I woke up fashionably late.
Something to which I could never quite relate.
Lying on my bed, I paid my respects,
To all those unsavory mornings that were just so complex.
Waking up early to a deafening sound,
Thinking if only that alarm was never around!
Jumping out of bed to my morning routine,
Around the house, up, down, left, right even in between.
Pulling on my clothes disregarding any options.
When I get a job, suits would be a simpler concoction.
Even the most important meal was never part of my day.
Just maybe choking down some toast in a confused disarray.
Out the door I go, grabbing my stuff.
Mentally checking my phone, wallet, keys and books, in a huff.
I stumble outside into the cold chilly air.
It wouldn't help, but quite softly I'd swear.
Following a plan, that's part of the norm.
Into the world I go and so I conform.
Everyday forever the same thing it would be,
Just so long as no one changes that unspoken decree.
The glow of the sun shone through the window,
Cast on my sheets, so warm and yellow.
Lazing in bed, I knew what to do.
This feeling of downtime was quite overdue.
Today's my day, so I'll do what I want.
Maybe read a book like the big ones with fine font.
Or even go on a short jaunt, so long as I get back early.
Since tomorrow will be the same unrelenting story.
Kirsten Z. Jacob