A short poem about last night

[redrobin]

A short poem about last night

I awoke with a start at 1:15

I rolled and I pitched like an angry sea

I couldn't understand what had happened to me.

I used to be a fella that slept with glee

The last number I remember was a quarter past 3, then 3:30, then 4:15 then 5:30 arise said me.

 

[gcreekrch]

You must be starting to worry if you have been good enough this year……..

 

[Mountain Cowgirl]

Nice poem. That is why I get up at 3 AM. It eliminates all those 15-minute clock checks past 3.

Up at 1:15, an urgency to pee
Back in bed playing possum
Quarter-checking the clock
Until I get up at three