She wakes up in her frosty sheets, bed socks they’re kind of fun,
Not fetching or seductive, but they’ll do before the sun.
She opens one eye warily, she knows the day it waits,
Snooze button best invention, a cuckoo she would hate.
Moving from her haven, duvet dreams and pillow promise,
Reaching for the kettle, yeh she’s up, you know she’s on this!
Music is now blaring, sod the neighbours, morning rave,
Brushing teeth to Barry, “Can’t get enough of your love, babe”.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2015