7 A.M.

I slowly raised from my tattered sheets

Dreams still embedded in my skull

Apollo has begun his daily ascent

Still the room is dark

Shadows not quite killed linger

Somewhat dazed I stumble to the door

Much needed sleep now impossible

Those miserable toads cannot wait

But I think I'll linger a little

The shadows have not yet left

And the torch is not yet lit

It's 7 A.M.