amid dreams of stone angels
watching me I woke to an alarm
that wasn't mine
in my favorite plaid boxers,
tank top and Pink Floyd sweater
I stumbled down the stairs,
hair tousled and glorious
in spite of myself
no use trying to fall back asleep-
groan of frustration,
drag computer into my lap,
"Good morning sweetheart."
to think of me so early in the morning...
he might as well have kissed me
*cue the permanent grin*
"Have a splendiferious day."
Yes, I think I shall.
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24 for 24 #7 Tuesday, Oct. 7th, 2008
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