Thank God!

I awoke from my dreams
Cranky and groggy,
I noticed my bed
Was a little bit soggy.

I glanced at the clock
Whose alarm had just woke me
The time was only
A half past three.

I wondered out loud
Why the alarm had gone off
For I had set it
At six to go off.

But I reached over to press
The snooze switch
And then to my head
To scratch an itch.

That’s when I noticed
Something was wrong:
To my dismay,
My left hand was gone.

I had bled out
And it had healed over
But not before ruining
All of my covers.

But over all of these thoughts,
One prevalently landed
The thankfulness
That I was right handed.