i hate mornings
when i have
to leave the
confines of
a world i
create on my
own, my dream world
where i can
be anyone i
would like to be
anything i can
hope to be
i play the
lead role
i decide what
the ending
should be

i can recreate
pause, play, rewind
until i get
it right
until it
suits me
every single time
i can come
out winning
i can erase
even the tiniest
error, every mistake
no pain, no heartache
i can make
everything perfect

no more worries
no misplaced guilt
you are responsible
only for yourself
and i am as
tough as you
need me to be. . .

until i wake up. . .

until sleep wears off. . .

then i'm catapulted
back to real life,
the inescapable
world of reality
i almost refuse to move

but i have to
grab my phone
and say good morning
call you and ask
if you are
off to work
listen to you
say you miss me
and you love me. . .

real life just got better

let me rephrase that,
i used to hate mornings. . .
now i can't wait to wake up