THE MORNING The alarm resounds in my head, and I grumble and moan. It pulls me from my slumber with a start. My blankets wrapped around me keeping me warm as the cold morning air hits me. I pull the covers over my head. It can’t be morning already. I want to hide from everyone and everything. Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream. I want to hide from the world and pull the blankets closer. The cold morning air wakes me, but I retreat under the covers. Never leave the warmth and safety of the bed Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream. I lay alone with all my thoughts, The quiet in the morning No one expecting anything from me In this quiet time, oh the thoughts that come Alas I must rise, each day the same Running a race that never ends Let me pull the covers back over my head. The race never ends, just to take some days alone with my kids. No work, no stress, just me and my kids.
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