I wanted to sleep in, but my body thinks it's Monday.
To keep my eyes shut and sleep: it's more struggling than I can say.
Come on! Classes don't start until tomorrow
Why did you leave me in such needless sorrow?
By the look of the windows, it's a beautiful morning outside.
I suppose I could get up, and Lord knows, I tried.
But I wanted to go back to my dream where everything costed a nickel.
The momentum was gone. Imagination is so fickle.
I toss and turn. I do everything I can to fall back asleep.
But to no avail. My annoyance reached its peak.
I take one look at my phone. 8:18 AM: I can't settle.
I put my blanket over my head, making the sheets ruffled.
My feet just became cold. I saw my fuzzy socks disappeared.
The prospect of getting up soon was what I feared.
I hear small noises in my room. No doubt they come from the halls.
I don't remember what they were saying except the floor was hot as balls.
An hour gone by, and I had enough.
Who knew sleeping in could be tough.