My body aches
from a rough,
sleepless night.
Tossing and turning
constantly opening my eyes.
Staring blankly
at the ceiling,
pitch black
and nothing to see.
rolling over,
wishing what I saw
wasn�t true.
Three red numbers
yelling at me.
It's too early
I think,
but know that its late.
The morning sun
shines through
the dark curtains
that hold it back.
Morning is calling
though I wish it would stop.
Slow down and let me sleep
a little longer.
Just a little bit longer,
so my body is caught up.