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.