Wrapped in warm sheets and comforters

I watch the clock tick, tock, tick upon the wall.

Slowly the minutes slip by,

The hours slide away into eternity.

Cold is the air about me

As I raise my sleepy ahead.

I look around in mild surprise

At the darkened room

Peering through early morning gloom.

A train call, its welcome whistle

Beckons me from my slumber.

The sheets now scatter,

Nothing is the matter.

I begin the day, seizing the morning.

02/12/2008

Author's Note: ... to waking up alone.... and going to bed that way too.....

Posted on 02/12/2008
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