The bed calls like a lover
wanting you to stay,
clinging to the sheets
whispering
that you need to be
with one another.
Your head on the pillow
heavy as led
your sheets embracing you
this is our time
get up later
stay here instead.
The cold air circles menacingly
from the other side of the room
and with it a comes
a sense of doom
that you have to soon rise
and leave your warm nest
you're running late
and you need to get dressed.
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