Mornings

I don't want to get up
it's cold outside,
and my bed is not.

I swear I won't get up -
you are awake, and I am not.

So help me, I will not get up!
The world is mean and
my dreams are not.

No, I will not get up.

Today is a day for:

burrowing inside
my woolen red sheets.
Burying my face in the soft cool
of the crisp, white pillows,

And telling the world to go away.

I'll get up tomorrow,
for tomorrow's a
brand new day.