Undertaking the wake up
Day’s hardest fraction
Inundated in sleep, sheet-coated
Doze back, fade, come around
One part present, one absent, all mussed
Shower steaming, fuck it
Take the chance
Remember you’re here
Here, awake…awake?
Nicer, so much nicer in bed
Too late, day’s already began…
Rack of clothes dangling
Blurred colors, pick one
Any one, all of them
None of them, pick one
Malfunctioning garments, no shoes
Jeans, mucky jeans
Five to —
Too late, I’m screwed.
Goodnight.
approximatelyes.com 
if someday, when i am old, i look back on my entire life as being mostly a failure, it will be because of one thing:the snooze button.
beautiful.