My gentle slumbers embraced the dawn
As with sleepy eyes my day was born
With fuzzy head in morning mode
I surveyed my ceilings and its code
Cracks and lines in faded paint
Gave me impressions of something quaint
A distant noise came from afar
Filtered through my door ajar
“Its time to rise” I heard you say
No more time to be delayed
With feet that touched upon the floor
I made haste through the bedroom door
Along the landing in such a pace
Only to find it had been a waste
For the bathroom now was taken
Its then I went in full retreat
Back to my bed so nice and neat
And climbed beneath my duvet
PTT
Thought to Ponder-How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?-Plato
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