Mornings Poem by Jessica Goudreault

I'm looking for a sock
While half out of bed,
Hearing the screech of my alarm clock
Pulse through my head

Half asleep,
Feeling dead,
I just want to go back to bed

Fighting to stay awake
I turn off my alarm,
I guess I just can't catch a break
'Cause I'm almost asleep, just like my arm

Hoping for a snow day
With a clear, blue sky,
Not even a delay
I think I'm gonna cry

Lazily, I get out of bed
Looking at the day with dread,
I always wake up cursin'
'Cause I am not a morning person.